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Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

Versle Ynnmaar

Listening to the introductions of the around the table was nothing short of an ego contest as far as Versle could tell, but if that's what this crew needed in order to acclimate then so be it. An eyebrow raised as he watched Adelaide down the first mug in a matter of seconds, the gusto in her words an interesting sound as she continued to egg him on, before turning her attention to Nikolai. The smaller framed man, Takin, seemed to be the nearest to his own skillset. Definitely an interesting choice to carry around a weapon larger than yourself, but he seems confident enough in his own skills. The fox-kin skulking in the corner blowing smoke rings amidst the group seems to be a weird choice for the task they've been given, but as Versle isn't much acquainted with magic himself, he let the others make the decision on its worth. Rayland and Nikolai both seem to share a similar personality in the likeness of "I'm the main character here", but at least they are interesting enough in their own rights. Versle ponders quietly while listening to the group, surely there was most to these people then they let on. Why would the Queen have summoned such a wide range of skills for something as seemingly simply as a lizard and some witch? His thoughts drift off as he thinks about Alice's suggestion of observation. With the unknown amount of usefulness each person brings to the table, it doesn't seem a bad call to have some extra information.

Versle slams down his drink as his turn comes around. "Guess that means its my turn. Versle is the name, and as you can clearly see by my size dwarfing all of you, punching things really hard in the face is my game." A soft nod to group as he speaks. "So we've got the wildest group of circus extras gathered here to take down a lizard and some witch in the mountains. Has no one else thought that there is more to this than meets the eye?" He says with an air of curiosity. "I've been in these mountains my whole life, nothing like this has ever appeared here before. I'm not opposed to giving the 'hunters' their chance at recon if that's what they feel is needed, but something about this assignment just doesn't seem right."

Opening the floor to more discussion, he waves his hand to the beermaid to bring the next round as he finished his current drink. Looking to Adelaide as if to test her constitution, "don't forget to breath between drinks" he chuckles to himself as he fully gulps down his next drink.

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

Versle Ynnmaar

Hearing the guard usher everyone outside, Versle followed closely behind. Nikolai's invitation of a group dinner with drinks seeming to be a solid plan as he was both hungry and definitely too sober. Sizing up everyone in the group as they walked, seeing who would be the most interesting to hear drunken stories from later, Versle follows the group into town and into the tavern. He approaches the barkeep to pickup the first round of drinks.
"10 pints for the table, Nikolai is picking up the tab" Versle tilts his head over nodding to Nikolai in the back.

Gathering the drinks onto a tray and bringing them back to the table for the group, Versle slides a mug to each member and takes two for himself. Eyeing the final mug he looks over to Adelaide, "Takes a lot of confidence, or arrogance, to square up with me like that. But I respect a woman not afraid to stand her ground." He slides her the extra mug "Now lets see if you actually have the constitution to hold up that facade" he laughs as he starts to down his first drink. The beer here feeling like barely more than water compared to his homes brew, he knew this party was going to make some of these people turn upside down.

'Time to sit back and watch the show' he thinks to himself as he waves to the beer maiden to get his next round ready. It was going to be a long night for someone he laughed to himself.

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

Versle Ynnmaar

Looking down at the small blonde haired woman before him, his tongue swiftly slid across his lips as she spoke. Was she really trying to "square up" with him? Surely she knows this would be a one sided contest if it were anything than more a battle of quips. Intrigued by her confidence he held her gaze. A sly smile forming on his face as the thoughts of showing her up came rushing into his mind.

"Seems like the call for hunters was mistaken as a babysitting venture. How'd you two get in here anyway? Surely your parents must be looking for you."
The sarcasm in her words match by his own. Not one to step down from a challenge, he fully stretches his frame and stares intently at her before the voice of the queen demands his attention.

After listening to the queen's announcement of why they had been summoned, it all started making sense. He was unfamiliar with most of these other hunters, but not so clueless to now know that this would be well more than a one man job so to speak. The description of a large reptilian protector caused a wide grin to reach across his face as he looked over to Adelaide, giving her the "I told you so" nod. the other sister still a mystery to him but nonetheless interesting, hiding behind her hood he wasn't sure what she could really do, but if she had any of the confidence of Adelaide then he would follow them. If nothing else to prove that silver tongues aren't enough to take down real monsters.

Looking down onto his own slip of paper and seeing the number 1 printed on it, he began to follow the crowd and joined the motley crew of hunters gathered in this area. Each one clearly with their own specialization, most of them a mystery to him. He reaches out to the noisy "invention" as Latrell had called it and poked it a bit. Unsure as to how this tiny contraption could be of any use to their upcoming mission he gave Latrell a look of "is this really coming with us?"

"Well I know why they called me here to go with you lot. Not enough muscles between the lot of you to open a locked door I'd reckon. So it seems I'll be dealing with this "reptile" while you all watch from the sidelines" he says with a chuckle as they all start to leave the room.
"Still unsure of what that fox guy is bringing to the table. Do we need decorative masks for this mission or something?" he says with a look of confusion towards Izu. "I assume you're a lot more capable than that body lets on." Looking over the small frames of his new companions, Versle thinks to the near future of what is going to happen on these mountains. Raised in the mountains north of Jale himself, he is familiar with the conditions that will soon be upon them. But is this group capable of handling the harsh climbs and frigid temperatures of the peaks? Concerns grew in his mind as he absently listened to whatever Nikolai was saying while they were congregating.

'Oh well' he thought, a mission is a mission and completing missions means more food in his belly. Hopefully one of these people could cook well enough to keep them sated during this adventure to come.

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

*Muttering to himself about being hungry after walking through this maze like castle, Versle looks around the hall for any sort of food before lowering his head as he fails to find anything. His stomach audibly growling, catching the attention of the some of the other members in the group*
"What do I have to do get some food around here? I already beat up three different guys at the bar, and now I'm being led through this castle! What else is gonna happen today?!"
*walking into the main hall before the Queen, Versle realizes this must be something serious and starts to look at the other members of the group, all of the members ranging in appearance. Unable to figure out why they have all been summoned together, he looks eagerly to the Queen. His urge to prove he's the strongest in the room starts to take the better of him as he idly flexes amidst the group.*
"Ragtag group of misfits this is... barely enough muscle in here to lift an ox..." *Versle mumbles to himself as he waits for the Queen's announcement*

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

Versle Ynnmar

Versle Ynnmaar | 26 | Goliath Human | Male

Physical Appearance: 7'6", 340 lbs. Body is mostly defined, visible muscle lines. Several scars across his chest and midsection from previous fights. A long tattoo runs down his left arm, a symbol of his tribe's heritage.
STR: 18. DEX: 14, CON: 16, INT: 9, WIS: 12, CHA: 14
Grappler, Power Attack, Improved Unarmed Strike

Class/Skillset: Similar to that of a monk, Versle is known for his fists doing the talking. Many bar fights have helped him hone his craft and developed his skills. Sturdy enough to take a few hits, but strong enough to make his hits count more.

Personality: Typically rather aloof, Versle is known for being somewhat careless when it comes to problems that can't be solved without a couple of drinks or a punch in the face. While smart enough to know when he should or shouldn't fight, the former is usually his go to. Always aspiring to be the strongest one around him, he doesn't shy away from a showdown when the opportunity arises.

Background: From a mountainous tribal village to the Southeast, he has long sought to leave the mountains and see the rest of the world. Opportunity arose as the village elders gave him a task to reach out to neighbouring villages and create a multiple tribe alliance. The alliance was quickly dashed as all the other tribes were stuck in there ways and not wanting to share their views. So Versle sought the next closest thing, he descended the mountains to try and form an alliance with the towns at the base of the mountain, so far none have wanted to work with his tribe, but the journey continues.

Hunter's Game (Small Private Group)

Versle Ynnmar

Versle Ynnmaar | 26 | Goliath Human | Male

Physical Appearance: 7'6", 340 lbs. Body is mostly defined, visible muscle lines. Several scars across his chest and midsection from previous fights. A long tattoo runs down his left arm, a symbol of his tribe's heritage.
STR: 18. DEX: 14, CON: 16, INT: 9, WIS: 12, CHA: 14
Grappler, Power Attack, Improved Unarmed Strike

Class/Skillset: Similar to that of a monk, Versle is known for his fists doing the talking. Many bar fights have helped him hone his craft and developed his skills. Sturdy enough to take a few hits, but strong enough to make his hits count more.

Personality: Typically rather aloof, Versle is known for being somewhat careless when it comes to problems that can't be solved without a couple of drinks or a punch in the face. While smart enough to know when he should or shouldn't fight, the former is usually his go to. Always aspiring to be the strongest one around him, he doesn't shy away from a showdown when the opportunity arises.

Background: From a mountainous tribal village to the Southeast, he has long sought to leave the mountains and see the rest of the world. Opportunity arose as the village elders gave him a task to reach out to neighbouring villages and create a multiple tribe alliance. The alliance was quickly dashed as all the other tribes were stuck in there ways and not wanting to share their views. So Versle sought the next closest thing, he descended the mountains to try and form an alliance with the towns at the base of the mountain, so far none have wanted to work with his tribe, but the journey continues.