'What an odd assortment of sellswords and knaves...' the tall, bearded man thought, his form slowly emerging from a darkened corner of the table, having been hidden by the bulk of Venmar and Gazza.
'...and a fellow practitioner of the Higher Arts! An ally or a rival?', he wondered. He eyed the robed, older figure, before turning to the others.
"Not much understanding to be had on this path..." he intoned in his pompous, gravely voice. He addressed the latest newcomer, the strangely garbed foreigner who must have been an inhabitant of the far steppes of the crumbling Bakluni empires of the oerthian Far West.
"If you are to join, it would be proper to introduce yourselves, and perhaps tell us more of your skills. Ours is a tight knit band — excelling in all senses and dimensions ; What come you here to offer, and will you accept to serve under the auspicious leadership of our very own Captain, Sir Venemar here," he continued, pointing at the warrior who had done most of the explaining so far.
"It is not easy work, no... many have fallen on the way, or ran off as the cowardly scum they were. What tells us you can be trusted?"OOC:
Welcome all! And sorry for my lengthy silence... Albionus is usually an excessively talkative fellow, but I — his player — have been stretched out very thin IRL. So don't take his rather acrimonious introduction the wrong way, it's just an excuse for your characters to describe themselves, their skills and motivations.
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