Open Chronicles The Heroes Arethil Needs!

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  1. TTamark

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    TTamark Steve Will's son

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    Leroy had seen the evils this world had to offer, He had seen the injustices done to those of differing races. Leroy may not have remembered who he was in life, but his friend Steve had shown, and taught him the world, but Leroy could not stay under Steves wing forever. Especially after all he had seen, this world needed a hero, and Leroy would answer that call.

    It had been several months since Leroy and Steve had parted ways, and Leroy had adapted well to living on his own, even creating a new alias for when he met those of the living. He now went by the alias
    Le mute Petit Señor Ghost, as was written upon the large hood he wore that covered his whole body. Many ill doers had grown to fear the pink hood with a moustache, for what it represented, justice. Legend had it that the reason the hood was pink was because so many evil doers had met their end to the señor that it had permanently been dyed pink, others suspected that it had happened when the señor washed his hood and red socks in the same load of wash, but only the señor knew the answer to the mystery.

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    The current piece of justice Leroy was looking to dispense was a tad larger than anything he had ever planned before, this time he would be taking care of a dragon. This dragon had been raising trouble out in the Aberresai Savannah, raiding caravans, sacking villages, and employing bandits to do its foul deeds when its evil couldn't reach far enough. Leroy had written, and sent out many job postings to guilds, and taverns looking for those who would be willing to join in on a party to deal with the dragon. Leroy stood on a bar stool within the tavern he had set as the meeting place waiting as the time he had set drew near. The barmaid played with his moustache as he watched the door. Good thing he hadn't ordered a drink or she might find it odd that he refused to drink. He was pretty good at this disguise thing, his eyes wandered over to the barmaid, maybe too good.
     
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  2. Jair

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    Jair The Storm

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    Jair, was acting as oafish as ever, and why not he was a giant after all. He was in the same tavern as "Le mute Petit Señor Ghost" as he had heard the call for adventure, and dragons had a good reputation of having powerful magics, and lots of gold to loot...after they were slayed of course. He was practicing the very fine art of wenching with a seventeen foot tall dark haired half giant half something-or-nother with horns. He definitely had a type, he liked em short, and she liked being bounced on the boisterous bruiser;s knee.

    Had enough food to feed a small group, and still have left overs, plus beer. Sixteen pounds of beef, two whole loaves of bread, another eight pounds of pork, and three gallons of dark stout beer just to name a few of the dishes. There were a few patrons, near him as he laughed, and caused a general uproar. With as much booze, merry making, and food being battered about the giant was not that unaware to prevent a thief from digging into his pocket.

    Said thief was then admitted to the uproar the giant, and his guests were making with a pile of food on a wooden plate, and a mug of beer t'boot. He was having a good ol' time as he looked about the place for his perspective employer.
     
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  3. Utholdende

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    A heavy, rhythmic thumping could be heard from beyond the tavern's entrance, slowly getting louder and louder, until a bulky figure wearing an impractically heavy pair of boots shoved their own sword-toting form into the tavern. From under his own hood stared a pair of yellow rings that just barely reflected enough light to be seen, and from out of his hand protruded a crumpled paper.

    The man, of whatever race it wasn't quite clear, glanced down at his paper and then back up. He seemed to be in the right place, or so he believed, and picked an empty stool at the bar to sit, propping his dull yellowy greatsword up against the bar counter next to him. Money hit the counter, which was replaced with a drink in it's own time, and the curious figure studied the room's living contents. He found the giant to be one of the more interesting ones, but his attention was fickle at best, and quickly forgot the oppressive presence at the sight of the other hood at the bar, sporting a weird set of whiskers and an overly friendly barmaid. The figure makes eye contact, and were the Señor paying attention, the faintest sillhouette of a feline muzzle could be seen from under the hood. The strange swordsman nurses his drink and points at his paper without offering his question in the verbal sense.
     
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  4. Quoril

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    Quoril Alchemist, Explorer

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    Quoril sat on a stool at the tavern's bar. In front of him sat a plate with the remains of a mutton chop, a glass full of elderberry wine, and a large tome. Having mostly tuned out the sounds of the tavern as he read, he was interrupted by a barmaid asking if he would like a another glass of wine. "No thank you," the alchemist responded returning to his book. The sound of the barmaid talking to a nearby patron once again pulled him away from his reading. Turning towards the sound with an annoyed look on his face the elf stopped mid-rotation. On the stool next to him stood a small creature wearing a pink hood and a moustache. Quoril was so shocked at the sight of the mysterious creature that he forgot what he was even upset about.
     
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  5. TTamark

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    TTamark Steve Will's son

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    Leroy Eyed the giant it was rare to see their kind, and its presence likely indicated that it had come to join the party, but he didn't want to seem rude, plus how could he ask? He looked for a napkin, as he reached for his pen, but then stopped. Leroy eyed the barmaid and the patron beside him who paid him too much attention now. He couldn't write a note while being watched this closely. The moustache wiggled as his head moved while he thought of what to do. With any luck the giant would recognize him with his unique look. Leroy would just have to wait, as he did he let his eyes wander around the room for any others.

    Leroy saw the figure gesture towards the piece of paper, and did his best to give a nod, but as he was wearing just a huge sack with a face on the front it might have looked more like the top collapsing as the front pushed out a bit. So the hood was definitely shaking in a longitudinal motion, what that meant could be up for interpretation.
     
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  6. Jair

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    Well the strange person with the mustache looked promising, and if he was looking to be subtle than he shouldn't have highered a giant. "Hey you, with the mustache come'ere!" He shouted across the tavern...shout being a relative word it was barely more than his conversational voice, but it was enough to rumble over the din of the tavern. He performed the come here gesture at Le mute Petit Señor Ghost.

    The wench giantess hopped off his knee with a giggle, and Jair gave her a swat to send her on her way, as he shoo'd away the rest of his tables patrons, and started guzzling one of the gallons of beer. He waited for the man with the mustache to approach the table, as he worked on his small meal.
     
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