HIGHLANDER'S REALM ("D&D" FORUM RPG)

"I guarantee you won't think it's such an odd weapon choice if you're ever on the receiving end of that whip. My mother favored the whip."

"Oh, um, it's a garrote-whip. It's not for horses. It's for strangling people."

I'm almost sure I introduced myself to Chloe once already, and that my name has been mentioned several times since then, so I pretend not to hear her request.

"S-s-st-str-Strangling people?! But, you'rer just a little girl, isn't that really scary to see!? Agnelia, you are a bit odd for an elven girl... "
*moving a little bit away from Agnelia*
"So when we go in there, is there anything we should look out for? Bats, shiny things, rocks, chests, coins? I'm good at looking for shiny things, I see them really well!"

(Oh wait, you did, sorry I missed that, everyone else introduced themselves again, I didn't realise we had been told your name)

"I've never been bothered by bats in caves or mines. Kobolds, on the other hand...but that's hit or miss. Just because a cave's abandoned doesn't mean there are kobolds. Still, you can bet there's usually something interesting taking residence in a mine."

I felt a bit a guilt about what I just said to Leara, I have a hunch that she knew my compliment was half-hearted. Way to go, Enna, you just showed your first comrades that you're an unlikable wench. I stare towards the ground in embarrassment.

... But that's not important right now.

I follow the party towards the entrance to the mines, avoiding eye-contact with anyone. That elf girl at least humors me.

"So that's Agnelia? Heh, aren't you the little toughy?" I mumble in a condescending manner.

"Aren't they!? I've only heard of the fact they live in caves."
"Also, does anyone have any ropes, just in case?"

"I must say, Leara, it is somewhat unsettling to detect a fear of the unknown in you. We haven't met every single Kobold in existence - and non-existence - yet. And should we find them disagreeable, I'm sure we can cause them to change. Everything does. So don't be afraid."

I then turn towards Chloe, since something she said earlier make me curious. "Say, you mentioned you know something about Energy Crystals. Can you tell me what you've heard about them?"


By the way, LockeZ's post just reminded me: Ratty and Kloe, can you describe the outward appearance of your characters. We didn't really get that information yet, and I'm curious.


Edit: "Rope? I'm sorry, I don't have that. What would we need rope for, anyway?"

"Kobold's aren't evil creatures, but they are territorial and invasive. Whenever they inhabit a new area where there are people, they become quite murderous, and oh, how they multiply. It doesn't help that I don't speak their language. And there's nothing wrong with fear. It only becomes a problem when you can't bury it. I would imagine that Chloe wants rope because going into a mine, there may be places to climb."

(I need to go back looking for my description.)

earlier in the thread
Leara's skin is a very dark blue. Her cheeks are dark to the point of almost being black. One eye is green and the other is brown, and her hair is silver. It's long and messy and she keeps it tied into a pony tail. It's her ears that give her away as being an elf. Though during the fight with the wolves or with the brigands, there is a strong chance Aldus might have thought her eyes were red, if he was paying attention. She's tall, much taller than the typical elf. Indeed, she stands nose to nose with many humans, standing at 5' 9". Also, it's not obvious at the moment being dressed for winter, but her muscles are very well toned. Now, it's quite a thing, this. It's rather obvious this description, except for the mismatched eyes, could apply to a quarter of all Drow women. So, it might behoove me to describe her slouching posture, which she adopted to seem less threatening to surface folk, and which always seems to vanish at the promise of combat. Then there are her her long, well defined fingers, well suited to playing a musical instrument. Also, the very tip is missing off of one those ears; not much, and not noticeable, but you'll see it if you look. A lute shares space with a sack dangling from her shoulders.

(Ah, okay, so I guess there are no driders in the Drow cities then.)