Knights of the Green Shield - RP Thread

[Simian]

Insert Your Awesome Guild Related RP Here.

[Simian]

A tall moon elf of considerable size for his kin sits quietly at the bar in the Friendly inn, sipping at a glass of mead and jotting a few words down in a brown leather journal. A windy breeze outside howls through an open window of the tavern, and it is quickly shut by the barmaid.

Dressed in a tunic of grey with a bear skin wrapped upon his back and shoulders, the tunic bears pinned to it a small green shield. Occasionally, he will reach to his back as if to tug at a non-existent backpack or sword belt.

[ Brynnhilde Forgedawn walks down the stairs of the keep. She is throwing her arms around with a yawn, and somewhat lazily looking around the men and women seated within the inn. She is wearing her red tunic, red as her hair, and she sits next to the moon elf. ]

Say, have you had any fun lately? A while back I went for a wee little crawl to an orc infested cave. One of them Fists had send me to collect an orc chieftain's head. It wasn't much of a hassle to get it in the first place... but getting it back to the Gate and to the Fist Compound? Oh, dear little me... first of all, we are rather South and therefore the winters are not that cold... Just saying how severed heads do not take a while to rot. And as if not the putrid, foul stench was not enough, it also happened lure out a pack of wolves... and boy had I fun trying to fend them off while holding that head above me head while trying to kick wolves from left and right... [ She grabs a pint of mead from a barmaid who walks by... ] So heard any rumours, or do you have a tale to tell?

[Trey1985]

Many leagues to the north, past the Spine of the World, a lone figure crosses a desolate snowy wasteland, heading south. His boots plunge step by step through the snow, as the wind erases all traces of his passage 50 yards behind him. Frost covers his plate mail underneath his cloak made from wolf hide. Willav Corvintous is dreading the long journey home, yet the jingle of his full coin purse with each step is a fine reminder of a job well done.

He grimaces as a strong gust of cold wind cuts into his bearded face, and pulls his cloak around him tighter. He continues slowly on, thinking of how good it will be to get back home to Baldur's Gate...and the potential for adventure and profit upon his return.