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[eldritchmoms]

Starter for @d20forinitiative!

The sound of the bell this early had Renosos glancing over his shoulder towards the door as he set up for the morning. Strictly, yes, he was open. But it usually took a while for customers to trickle in, unless they were stumbling in in a rush of panic first thing to beg for help with an overnight emergency.

There was no panic here, though there was an air of earnest intensity, almost apologetic, that nevertheless radiated from the woman. He might never have seen her before, but he recognised the description. The attempt to appear that she didn’t belong instead in polished but practical armour of some well-scrubbed order of do-gooders wasn’t fooling anyone for a second.

This was going to be interesting. Or a headache. Maybe both.

He turned, and gave her the kind of wary look over most merchants in the bonedocks would pass over someone who was both unfamiliar and, potentially, trouble. It covered for a sharper, more knowing eye. Order of the Silver Flame, there was no attempt to hide the badge that was worth a week’s pay at minimum for most locals. Clothes too new to be anything other than a deliberate purchase to blend in better, for what little good that was doing, but he doubted the intent was anything other than pure. On her part, at least. If you wanted to keep watch on an area sometimes there was nothing better than sending someone utterly guileless with nothing about what their presumed mission was to hide, and let them report back on the situation with clear, wide-eyed honesty.

There was more here, though. A fervour that prickled against senses attuned through long experience to divine magic. And he could not be entirely sure that the same sensitivity didn’t flow in both directions.

“...Not much here for adventurer types. You’re welcome to look, but you’ll have better fortune further in the city.”

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[stcrmborne-a]

“I try to avoid pointless group activities.”

The man sounds dismissive, making flippant gestures with one hand while he rolls a coin across the knuckles of the other. He pushes the bandages that cover his face up a little with his free hand, allowing a quick glimpse of bright red before they settle back in place.

"But I'm willing to listen. Might be able to help you anyway."

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@d20forinitiative      Gods, it was times like these that reminded her how much she disliked formal negotiating. Why send her out alone to deal with this sort of request when Fredrich or Fate practically guaranteed they came back successful? Her looks and her bubbly demeanor served her well enough when she needed it, and she supposed she could be charming to a degree when it fit her motives, but her main weakness lay in a severe dislike of politics and not knowing what to do with people’s attention once she had it. The only worse option they could have chosen for this was Osiris, who had the opposite problem of having a tactician’s cleverness with all the charismatic appeal of a sack of spoiled fish.      “I wouldn’t say it’s pointless, exactly…” she replied, any confidence she had possessed walking in here wavering like damp cardboard.                 Right, perfect, great start. She cleared her throat, straightened, and tried again.      “To be a bit more specific, there’s actually a couple things we need help with. We need information, but we also need the manpower of experienced crew for a brief jaunt to an island nearby. You’d be compensated for whatever assistance you can give, and obviously the latter option would pay a fair bit more than the information since it’s a bit more hands on.”

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[eldritchmoms]

@d20forinitiative oh no, bastards >:3c

The concept of a business being closed was a polite fiction in an area where no one was going to risk getting involved in someone hammering on the door and yelling to rouse the proprietor at whatever unholy hour they chose. Even so, a soft, discrete knock was unlikely to get you anywhere, even if by some miracle someone inside was still awake. By all appearances it hadn't - no sound, nor sign of movement in the windows, nor moving light of a candle held by anyone coming to check - until the door cracked open. Cautious, but to anyone with a certain mindset, miscalculated: just a touch too wide, wide enough for someone determined to get their foot in the door and subsequently force their way in.

"What can I do for you, Mutt?"

Renosos' mild, if slightly weary, tone might have been marked down as incongruous, or simply unwisely bold, given the appearance of who had just showed up at his door.

#d20forinitiative #I get no dnd this weekend and now that is everybody's problem :D

[eldritchmoms]

Which Sad Planet Analogy Are You?

Abd Al'Asyar:

The Moon doesn't have its own light, it just reflects on others

You've always felt as if you only were someone else's shadow, you've tried so hard to shine on your own, yet your spotlight is always stolen by others, you're wonderful on your own way, you're kind, you're talented and very compassionate, yet nobody seems to notice

Tagged by @umbralined Tagging: all three other people who actually follow me here so @d20forinitiative @luxsclaris @eclipsecrowned just pick a muse y'all have so many and I want to see. Also if you are none of the above just steal it.

#DO NOT #call the poor lad out like that #abd al'aysar