Sons of Gods campaign (current goal: meet each other)

[Baxter190]

"True, these humans do have a lack of hospitaltity, but they more than make up in their ability to give away money, from contests to tricking them to just leaving it out in the open were anybody could just take it," Baxter said with a laugh. As they continued down the croded street, the found a rather dank pub, roaring with load noises and sounds of drunks even though it was just a few hours past noon. Figuring this would be a place we he could get some info on this town, and possibly get a job, Baxter suggested to the dwarf, "How about we go to that pub, it looks like we could have soom fun there, um... I'm sorry, I never bother to ask your name dwarf.

[starwoof]

Kraggi

"Ah lake ye elf," the dwarf roars as they head to the pub. "Mah nem is Kraggi, Kraggi Ironfounderson. At che service, aye?" The dwarf grins again, displaying an absolutely ghastly array of dental problems.

"No lets get ourselves in, aye! Y' owe meself a drenk!" The dwarf pushes his way into the bar, as he seems to do to everything.

[Silence]

Here we go.

I was wondering when you guys were going to start posting.

I think I can sit back and let you guys roleplay to each other... for the moment. *cue dramatic music*

[Baxter190]

"Alright Kraggi, after you," replied Baxter, following the dwarf into the bar. As he walked into the bar, he noticed a large amount of drunks, some drinking themselves to sleep, some singing a badly off key dwarven fight song, others actually in a fight, and yet in all of this, no one caring. Laughing at the oddity of it all, Baxter thought, 'Guess the citites are as wild as the say back in the woods-you'd never see somethng like this back home! If the rest of the city is anything like this, I could rich be the end of the month.' Looking for a place to sit down, he waited until two seats were opened, one by a drunk just falling off and not getting back up, the other's occupant getting punched and thus joining the small bar fight. Taking their seats at the pub counter, Baxter called to the bartender, "Two mugs of ale! And none of the human made sutff, we'd like actuall alchohal, not that moose urine you call ale!"

[Silence]

..."we'd like actuall alchohal, not that moose urine you call ale!"

Nice reference there.

[starwoof]

Kraggi

Kraggi grins and claps a huge hand on the elf's shoulder, "Aye, get us somethin' teh put some hair on 'is chest, aye! HA!"

[ArlEammon]

"More knowledge on the things of the arcane. I need to know what sort of magic one can possess that allows them knowledge of things they never even bothered to learn of."

[J-H]

Walm
"There are many ways of knowing. You would be unable to notice someone who was unmoving 60 feet away from you if your eyes were closed, because that is how you perceive. I can still be aware of their presence, because I do not see with eyes that see light, but with my ears.

Perhaps you are "knowing" in a way other than most "know" what they have learned, and do not realize it?

I once crossed paths with a Gith named Dak'kon who spoke at some length on knowing... Although I didn't understand much of what he said, I learned some about the nature of things from him.

Perception and knowing are strange to dicuss and hard to comprehend--I have learned this since I left my home for the lands of the sighted. Knowledge and how it is arrived at is flexible."

Walm stomps the ground. "Reality, like the ground here, and morality--what is right and wrong--is not. What is, is."

[Baxter190]

*three dwarven ales later for Baxter* "An' another t'ing, I don't get why t'esh humans are sho obeshed 'bout their gods. I on't get 'em, since when have they done any t'ing for us? T'ere are still orcs ever where, giagantic shpiders in my foresht, and thats fer shtartersh," ranted Baxter, clearly drunk. While he had plenty of experiences with dwarven ale, being an elf made him highly perceptable to getting drunk, fast. Though Baxter was usally quick to sober up, it typically took him a couple mintues after he stoped drinking, something not on his agenda. Trying to get another drink of his fourth ale, Baxter lost his balance and fell of his stool, to the amusement of those around him. While thinking of a way to get back up on his stool, something suddenly block out Baxter's light source. Elven senses kicking in, Baxter suddenly was able to make out what was blocking the light.

It was a rather large human, towering over where Baxter had fallen, a menacing look on his face. Well mucled and tan, along with a scaqggely brown beard going down to hid stomach, with animal pelts making up his clothing, he was clearly inembrieated, and aggitated. "What you say 'bout my god Elfie!?" the giant of a man roared.

"Hey, can you answer me a question? Are you man?" questioned the drunken Baxter, a sinister idea lying just behind the wors he spoke.

The large man, cleary upset with having his masculinity called into question, bellowed, "O' course I'm a man, you stupid lit-" He never got to finish his sentence, because as soon as he confirmed his masculinity, Baxter's boot went straight into his groin. Roaring in pain, as soon as he bent over, Baxter grabbed his beard, put his feet against the mans chest, and pulled, flipping the man over the bar.

Standing up triumphently, Baxter exclaimed, "Anyone else want someone!?"

[starwoof]

Kraggi

"Oi, whats the,"Kraggi asks. It's hard to tell if he's drunk, he slurs enough anyway, but since he's hardly downed a half dozen its unlikely. The dwarf hops off his stool and looks around evilly, ready to grab and throw his stool, waiting for the inevitable brawl.

[Silence]

Try not to go too far into combat here. I don't want to put the boot down and make you make grapple rolls, I just want you to be able to RP well.

Don't do too much, this isn't a freeform.

[starwoof]

((I think that since were trying to gather the party, and they happen to be talking to guards, that starting a big nasty brawl would be a great way to meet the other party members. I think Baxter had the same idea?))

[Silence]

I don't want too much action. There's gonna be a lot of crap with guards later, so I don't want to overdo it now.

[ArlEammon]

Walm
"There are many ways of knowing. You would be unable to notice someone who was unmoving 60 feet away from you if your eyes were closed, because that is how you perceive. I can still be aware of their presence, because I do not see with eyes that see light, but with my ears.

Perhaps you are "knowing" in a way other than most "know" what they have learned, and do not realize it?

I once crossed paths with a Gith named Dak'kon who spoke at some length on knowing... Although I didn't understand much of what he said, I learned some about the nature of things from him.

Perception and knowing are strange to dicuss and hard to comprehend--I have learned this since I left my home for the lands of the sighted. Knowledge and how it is arrived at is flexible."

Walm stomps the ground. "Reality, like the ground here, and morality--what is right and wrong--is not. What is, is."

"I see. Yet I cannot help but feel as if I am too strong for my own good. Even among my own kind I am ridiculed for my lack of strength. Yet among my peers of magic I am feared as if I am far more intelligent than I am."

[PocketRocket]

"Well then, my fellow magic user, shall we move on. Maybe something around this city can help you find your answers"

[J-H]

Walm
"I can see farther than any other of my kind. Along with great ability comes both respect and jealousy. Perhaps your search will lead you somewhere that can study and determine why I am so much more perceptive. If it is okay with you, I will accompany you.

I have found that smaller folk often benefit from having someone larger and stronger around. They have fewer "people problems.""

[ArlEammon]

"May I ask you two what your names are?"

He wonders who they are before he decides to walk around the city with them.

[J-H]

Walm
"My name is Walm."

[ArlEammon]

Walm
"My name is Walm."

Well... I'm Dobble Bore. Do you think we might get ourselves a drink? I feel thrirsty.

[J-H]

Walm
Yes, as long as it gets us indoors or under some shade. I may not see the sun, but I still feel its heat.

[Silence]

...This is a dying game.

[starwoof]

Kraggi

"Oi, 'oos throwin the firs' chair?"



((Yeah whats going on? I've been checking the thread but nobody is posting.))

[Silence]

Well, you're one of the problems yourself.

You need to post a tad more.

[PocketRocket]

Pirolestan

"Well, Dobble Bore, it is nice to meet you. My name is Pirolestan."

OOC:Sorry guys, been having trouble with my internet

[Silence]

A "surprise trip" has come up, unfortunately. Normally I would be able to talk my way out of it, but the plane tickets are already bought.

I'll have no internet access for two damn weeks....

Normally I would set you up with another DM I know, but on such short notice....

[ArlEammon]

Pirolestan

"Well, Dobble Bore, it is nice to meet you. My name is Pirolestan."

OOC:Sorry guys, been having trouble with my internet

"Pirolestan. That sounds interesting. What country is it from?"

[PocketRocket]

Pirolestan

"Well it is really just a name my master called me. It means "Green Protector" in the ancient language. I guess he named me that because of my green hair. But as for where I am from... I am from the forests of Calaban. I was abandoned there as a child and was left to fend for myself."

[Silence]

We're back up! Get posting!

[ArlEammon]

"Green Protector. I am afraid I have no clue what Dobble Bore means. I do know that I will never get any slack from Merry Porter if I keep going to the same school."

[PocketRocket]

Pirolestan

"Well, let us go explore this city."

With that, Pirolestan begins to walk around the city, eventually coming to a pub.
"Hmmm... this looks like a place where we might obtain something to eat. Shall we go in?"