The talk was flowing as freely as the ale at The Poor Twig tavern. Baron Harriman had sent out a call for adventurers and then sent out a team to investigate disappearances in the Wildwood Forest which sat at the feet of the Munmeer Mountain range that separated Keltain from Orcholm.
They were to have checked in a week ago and now the Baron was going to send another group.
The group known as The Hellblades sat at a large table and were doing their best to deplete the tavern's supply of wine and ale. Their leader, Rutger, sat at the head of the table, his dark red hair kept braided down his back, his blue eyes a bit unfocused due to the quantity of ale he'd drank and his greatsword leaned against the table, near to hand. The highlander belched prodigiously and thumped his great paw of a fist on the table
"More Ale!" Rutger shouted over the din. The minstrel in the corner threw up his hand, laid down his lute and picked up his wine. It was useless trying to play over this noise.
"Yeah! Keep it coming!" called Sval, the truly massive northern barbarian. Blonde haired and blue eyed Sval was wider and taller than Rutger. He was a priest of Boers, and had laid his warhammer, which also served as his holy symbol, on the table when they sat to eat and drink. It rattled at Rutgers fist. Next to him, at the other end of the table was Rollo. Brown haired and brown eyed, Rollo was about half the size of Rutger and twice the attitude. He had set down an arming sword by his place.
"We're gettin' thirsty!" Rollo said, waving his tankard in the air and sloshing the dregs across the two women at the table.
"You clumsy fuck!" snapped Asaia, dark, nearly black skin and blacker hair. She had bright hazel eyes and a sharp face, she wasn't classically beautiful but she definitely had an air of mystery about her. She was dressed in a yellow dress that came to her knees, a brown leather jerkin over it down to her waist and a staff leaned in the corner nearby. She waved her hands and spoke a word of power and the stains vanished from her clothes.
Last was the exotically stunning Marleith, long white hair and huge deep green eyes were the first thing people noticed about the small breasted elfin woman. Her pointed ears poked out of her hair, standing just above the crown of her head. She wore a dark green split dress that stopped above her knees. High soft brown leather boots went up to her thighs beneath the dress and at her waist was a pair of short swords. Marleith was the team's thief, she could open nearly any lock. Frequently bored with her companions, she stuck with them mostly out of habit. They were an itch she couldn't help scratching. She wiped at her clothes and eyed Rollo.
"Watch it or I'll knot your cock in your sleep." Marleith threatened. Rollo paled a little, even drunk he respected Marleith.
The barmaid brought a pair of pitchers over and a bottle of the local red, she collected the silver coin and left. Rutger filled Rollo's tankard, then his own. The other pitcher was all Sval needed, he drank from that. Marleith poured wine into her goblet then filled Asaia's goblet as well.
So the evening went until about midnight when they had all collapsed onto the table.
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