[d&d] Masin Campaign [full]

The waiter returns, and places the mug of ale on your table before turning away to take the order of a girl who looks like some type of wizard.

A male human, one of the waiters, comes over to your table and asks:
"Are you here for a place to stay or?"

 

So does the halfling get my ale?

 

The third waiter comes to you. This one has a strange face, along with a sluggish walk, and dreary tone to his voice. A scar runs along the elf man's face and into his eye sockets.
Waiter 3: "What?"

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Yes, and she returns to the bar.

 

Piplue gives a weak smile
Piplue:"Thank you miss...?"

 

I'll stand up and walk towards the waiter, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Excuse me. I don't think I've paid yet."

I'll hold up 1gp.

 

A large brass dragonborn wearing chainmail armor and carrying a longsword, spear and a shield depicting a dragon walks up to you, puts a hand on your shoulder and says:"You alright mate?"

 

"How much for some whiskey, or something similarly hard? And maybe some hot stew as well?"

I'm occupied with a waiter at the moment you do this, but I look up and give you an unsteady smile.

 

"No, I'm from around here, but thanks for asking. I was just wondering if I could have something to eat... A steak, perhaps? Water would be nice as well."

 

"Ah, thank you. It seems I forgot."
The waiter eases up and returns your change of 1ep, 9sp, and 1cp.

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Waiter 3: "Whiskey. 6cp here. And stew'll be 2sp."

 

A gruff man in a full suit of splint armor sits at one of the tables. He looks somewhat aged, but very sturdy. He seems to wield no weapons, but a fine gauntlet adores his right hand, and he has a shield on his back that nearly looks like the forcep of some crustacean if it was made into a shield. On the table is a helmet with what looks to be an axe head at the top, and another gauntlet, taken off to make it easier for the man to drink his drink.
Speaking of drinks, he downs the rest of his ale, putting the glass on the table with a satisfying and apparent thud.
(-8cp for drinks already had)

 

"Ah, of course. Water and a steak."
The man leaves for the bar and returns with water.
"Steak will be cooked in a while, if that doesn't inconvenience you."

 

"No, no, keep the change and bring a round or 3 more thoughout the evening."

 

I offer a silver piece with a thankful nod.

 

"You're too kind. I'll be sure to bring about a few more rounds for you."
He stores the change back away in a pocket.

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The slightly brooding character accepts your piece of silver and begins walking away before turning back.
"Your change. Do you need it?"

 

*clears throat*
After shaking off the wierd sensation and checking that I am indeed fine, Aaron and I wander through town and come apon the inn. I order Aaron to stay put outside as I got in...

An elf pushes the doors open with impressive confidence and vigor. His balck hair is messy and clearly unkept and his light brown/copper skin would pin him as a wood elf. He wears a green tunic with leather armor on top and baige pants with boots lace up tight. He has a longbow slinged over his back alongside two swords and a quiver. He also has a sacthel hanging to his side (that's actually a bag of holding but that's only obvious once you get close to it). He is completely covered in dirt. But seems oblivious to this fact.
"You finest food please!" he says to the closest waiter.

 

“No thanks.”

Finished with my order, I address you properly.

“Please, don’t worry on my behalf.”

After a moment’s pause, I add, “want to talk? Sit down, I’ll buy you a drink if you want.”

 

The large human woman walks back to her table. A light brown/tan skin color, but a bit dirty, long brown hair flows from her head. She's not wearing a lot of armor, or clothes. Most of it looks like pieces tied together to give some sort of protection while still being nimble.
Two daggers are strapped to her right thigh and a quarterstaff leans against her chair.

She sits back down and drinks her drink in one go.
"Whoooo~"

 

A pretty young-looking man (looks around 20) is leaning casually in his chair, booted feet on the table. He has bronze skin (not actual bronze but you say that), and is wearing a black leather trenchcoat, a red tunic, dark brown pants as well as black boots. From under his rather wide-brimmed black hat you see spiky blond hair that reaches to the lobes of his slightly pointed ears. At his waist is a brown leather belt, fastened to which is a shortsword. A shortbow and quiver of arrows are hanging from the chair.
He stirs and pushes the hat a bit back, blinking a couple times, revealing a case of heterochromia, namely one eye that is sea green and another that is a soft brown.
He smiles at the party, a bit dazed.
”Y’ello”

 

A few people turn from their conversation to see who enters, but turn back to it like they saw nothing.

The nearest waiter responds:
"Honey steak and onion soup then, sir? Take a seat."

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The waiter sees himself away from the beginning of the conversation.

 

Spoiler also applies to me:
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I set the glass down and keep a static expression all the while. As expected, drinking today wasn't a good idea at all.

The blacked haired man loosens his patched up coat and briefly looks around. He nudges his backpack and viola underneath the table before raising his hand for a waiter.