Character Creation

"Ah, musicians! I know when you're not playing your instruments you like to gamble, am I right? Let me show you sum'ting... I got some onyx dice, cherry wood dice, and a few bone dice... horse and pig bone I... err... I think."

Wait, wait, wait sorry to rush into my work. I'm Raktasha but my friends call me Rak. Tiefling salesman of the Laru tribe of nomadic monks. We worship together the Waukeen together and tithe 70% of our earnings to him. Waukeen is gracious and loving and has seen me through to my 100th birthday. This jeweled quarterstaff was a gift from my great-grandson... or was it daughter... maybe it was a neice... oh look at me ramble. Here all of you take some dice."

Rak hands a pair of oak dice to each player and continues...

"So, I think I'll stick with you guys for awhile. I'm exiled out of my tribe for a year so... let's be friends. I like your music anyways.

Ok, I hope no one minds an introduction in character. A 100 year old Tiefling monk that need a walking stick. :) He has more or less been only a salesman so it makes sense for him to be a lvl 1 even though he's been a monk for a very long time.

"Well if you ain't but a withered ol' pile a sumthin' ta see I just don't know what else is." Muril takes the oak dice from the aged tiefling. "Thank ya, friend," he says as he tips the brim of his hat at Rak. He looks over to Ellodora and inquires, "Hey there lil' darlin'. Ain't I see you before? I think you're that little girl what gets up on stage playing some kinda chaos music. Hell, the boys and I was laughin' wonderin' if you was playin' them instruments or if they was playin' you! Heh heh." Muril offered her his best smile.

"You're pretty bad youself there tho whatcha playing ain't my bag . I will say I didn't hear you lay down a single clam in the bunch. That takes some serious sheddin to get that good. Your whole crew is in the pocket."

Turning to the old teifling, rolling the oak dice in her hand.

"Don't snap your cap, daddy-o. These bones aren't loaded, are they? As fly as you got them in my hand, I'm worried they aren't Jake. Either way, I don't live off anyone's copper bits. I at least owe you a glass of panther's piss for the free sample."

She heads to the bar to get a round of whiskey for her new friends and herself.

"People who know me call me, Elly" she says as she hands out the glasses.

Muril cracked a grin at Elly as he lifted his glass of whiskey to her in a show of gratitude. "Next round's on me, miss." He swigged it down, with nary a grimmace, and added, "Heh. Panther Piss, eh? Heh heh." He waits to see how the old timer handles his panther piss these days.