Gameplay Thread

Mantra sits in a grimy bar in a poor district of some far off city, a crowd of peasant onlookers reveling as he finishes one of his fantastic stories. ....and that, my friends, is how I lost my left ring finger. The crowd isn't satisfied, despite this being the 5th story he's told, and they demand another to sate their sleep-starved, mead-muddled minds. Alright, Alright, let me think.... I do have one more for you, with a noble, a party, and me, along with some dudes I didn't really know. We were hired to steal a magic orb. It went like this: I had only been traveling for a few months when I came across this city that was home to a noble named Othorion. Now, at the time, I had already earned some renown about my musical and magical ability, so of course I caught the eye of some dude named Splinter, or something like that. So, while I was playing a gig at a local gin-joint (a usual three day deal with a bit of surprise borrowing on the side), a goblin in a tux came up to me and told me he was with Splinter and wanted to give me a job. I am always up for some extra cash so, once he explained the payout, I had to accept. The following morning, I met up in a tavern with a bunch of other jokers. That's where things got interesting......

Darkness covered the alleyway like a blanket, and the entry to The Faithful Friend was barely visible. The tavern's sign was shrouded in blackness above the door. A large face leaned in close enough to read it. "Da fate full..." he scratched his head and blinked one eye while peering at the last word. "Friend! This is it." His large mouth parted to reveal a smile as he successfully read the sign.

Momo was massively proportioned in ignorance and in physique. He stood nearly seven feet tall and weighed over four hundred pounds. He possessed an abundance of size and strength thanks to his half-orc heritage, which was also the culprit for his sweeping stupidity.

As he pressed his oversized hand to the tavern door, he pushed it with a delicate touch. The great room inside was poorly lit and bounced around the room creating more shadow than light. The floorboards creaked mightly under the stress of each of Momo's footsteps as he walked toward the counter. "Hello. I am Momo." He extended his hand, but the barkeep did not shake it. Instead, he stood staring at Momo with his mouth agape. Momo stood silently staring back until the barkeep pointed toward a hallway to Momo's left.

"Thank you," Momo said as he bowed his head slightly. "Cyrus told me I would meet some new friends and go on an adventure. I hope it's true." Momo then made his way to the back of the tavern where he was instructed to be tonight.

All of a sudden, the ground tremors and the candles dim to just a brief flicker only to rise again emmensely in size and heat when the door to the tavern flies open due to some indecernable force. A tall figure with red skin, a tail, and large, upright horns strides through the door, playing a discordant lick on the lute between his hands. Somebody say adventurer? he says, winking at the barmaid.

Mm, classy. I will accept your drink, friend. While his back is turned, Mantra looks at the barmaid, gestures with his thumb at Patrev, and does an exaggerated eye roll.

The tiefling chuckles as he yells down the hallway Good one!. He then tosses the barmaid a silver and says Gin please as the tavern door slams shut on it's own. He makes his way down the hallway but not without giving the barmaid the signature over-the-shoulder-as-you're-walking-away glance.

Taking the drink, Mantra smiles warmly You don't need to be so scared or so formal. I'm just a guy. The warm smile goes as quickly as it came and is replaced by a sly grin as he hears the dwarf demand. My name is Mantra and I'm here to kick ass he states as he approaches the guarded door.

Is being a jackass part of your job or is that for fun? Mantra says as he sits down and props his feet onto the table. Forgive me, jackass, but you don't sound like you just want money from this. Anyone with half a brain can tell you have a bone to pick.