Misfits of The Realm

Within the confines of Sharess' Caress, the sounds of bustling customers having their fun and drinks echoed across the almost cramped space of the entertainment building; Flaming Fists getting drunk off of the ale served within, and boisterous clamors and laughs coming from all sides. Atop the upper flooring, upon a lone, circular table sat one lonesome half-drow who was seemingly waiting for something, or someone; as noted by the plentiful of empty mugs and wine glasses, and the slight stench of alcohol that filled the air around her. Why she was sitting there, drinking to pass the time was quite simple, however; she had scattered about several posters advertising a call for aid and allies on an adventure, one that whilst was rather long and possibly full of numerous dangers, would reward the five faces willing to tag along. So there Sylv sat, downing another round of mead, as she awaited any faces to come up and find her, and take her upon that deal...

A young half-elf walks in, grabbing an advertisement poster. He looks around, sometimes looking at the poster like checking something, and then he sat down at the table. Then, he looks at Sylv. Eh......are you the one who put this poster on?

Looking up from her slumped state and gently pushing the brim of her hat up, she gives a small look over the half-elf . Seeing the poster in his hand, she gives a small nod, before giving a sheepish smile . "Indeed I did . I'm admittedly shocked that anyone even bothered to show up ... maybe there is a chance at pulling this off ."

Taran looks around, seeing people walking by. Maybe...some music? There's a song comes to my mind, but I can't really remember the full lyrics......I only remember something..."They're taking the halflings to Baldur's Gate!"

A small look back, as a chuckle leaves her lips. " Go ahead, I suppose ! Could kill some time ... "

A short, thin human woman walks in. She looks uncomfortable, mostly with the amount of people present, and not necessarily the state of undress of some of the workers. Above her right shoulder hovers a small flame that follows her. When her eyes move over the half-elf and half drow, her eyes light up slightly. She seems to say something to the flame in an unknown language (unless anyone would know Sylvan) nods to it, before she walks over I- erm, hi, are you the ones looking for, well, people? I guess?

Taran makes some happy noises, then starts tuning his lute...... Ahem...hem...bam~ba lam~bam~ba lam~ba lam~ba~~~bam~ba lam lam lam~ba la ba la la ba la ba~ They're taking the halflings to Baldur's Gate~ He keeps singing "They're taking the halflings to Baldur's Gate" until he heard Mim

" S-shit-! " Shooting up from her sunken position on the corner table and knocking over a few of the emptied mugs, the half-drow eyes the human and her small, fiery companion, a soft twitch in that crimson eye of hers . " A-aye, I'm the one who put up the advertisements ... I go by Sylv . Performer in the magical arts . "

Looks like he got some idea for the lyrics. His eyes flickered... Tell me where's the adventure for I much desire to start! Tell me where's the one! Who is seeking for companion!

I'm Mim, this is Tomesa. Gestures towards the flame over her shoulder I'm a druid. Tomesa thought it would be a good idea to join you? If you could use my help of course Everything she says sounds like a question, and her eyes dart all over the place with a nervous energy She listens to Taran's song, and perks at the last line, but is too shy to say she's desperately looking for company

Hi! Taran here. Thanks for liking the song. I heard it from an elf but I can't remember other lyrics so I'll just sing whatever comes to my mind. He speaks really quick, and then continue the song. The halflings! The halflings! The halflings! The halflings! To Baldur's Gate! To Baldur's Gate!

" So, that's already a good .... three of us, now . " The half-drow slightly slurred out, clearly a bit wasted from all the booze she had, as she scoots back into the middle of the chairs to give Mim some space . " How's about I get us all something to drink as we wait for a few more faces, aye ? "

Looking around in what looks like unease and even disgust, the large tiefling-looking man walks through the hallway. There's a big bag hanging on his shoulder with what sounds like pots and vials. Looking down at the tattered paper piece, the man looks around once more, and then his eyes falls on a company of three. He approaches them carefully, golden eyes squinted in what looked like distrust, and then asked loud enough to be heard over the crowd's chattering: Is any of you goes by the name Elvira? She's a customer of mine, and she's...apparently late. He adds the latter with a sigh of annoyance, clearly uncomfortable to be in this rather scandalous place. Then, noticing a flame levitating over the Mim's shoulder, he emmits a quiet humm and then brings a hand to his chest with a slight bow. A fellow child of Oakfather. May he bless you way.

A small figure walks into the room, wearing a large cloak that appears to be made of leaves, and a wooden mask painted to look silver. They are holding a piece of paper, and seem to be looking for something, or someone. “U-urm…” they eye the table with the four others, gripping the piece of paper a bit tighter. They take a deep breath and approach slowly. “H-hello, sorry to intrude… I-i need assistance. C-could somebody help me to read this? I… I am still learning common script…” The way they speak, their accent, one can tell that common is not their native language. The paper they hold out is a piece of the poster.

Upon the sight of the two tieflings, and hearing the questions, Sylv would yawn softly before eyeing Onyx first . " Not that I'm aware of, no . But, feel free to take a seat if you want to, I'm sure they're bound to show up at some point . " And then, her mismatched hues would quickly shift over to Bell, seeing her own poster in their hand . " And, sorry about that, I probably should've tried putting a few different scripts on it . But, it's an advertisement of mine, one to help call for some adventuring partners . " A thumb would jut out towards the other Druid and Bard . " These two already showed up for it, but I could certainly use the extra hands . ... if, you two want to, of course ? "

Taran looks to the two tieflings while playing his lute. His eyes flickers with expectation. Some new lyrics comes to his mind... A tiefling walks into the bar, with a clanging bag. "Where's Elvira!" he asks. Another tiefling shows up, with a poster in their hand. "Can someone help me read this?" they asks. Adventurer gathering at the table, with different backgrounds and dreams. Will this place become their starts? Will they answer the call?

She clumsily copies the greeting Onyx gives her. clearly she hasn't done this before, but feels the gesture should be returned. Surprisingly the flame over her shoulder also seems to lift a hand to their chest en bow slightly. Blessings to you as well? She takes the seat Sylv offered and looks around the people gathered by the table, a little intimidated

The small figure nods quickly and eagerly responds back. “Y-yes, Would love to help! I… I can heal, is that helpful? I-is it needed?” They fidget a bit nervously, rubbing their gloved fingertips.

Continue singing, but he has got out of that brainwashing rhythm Feeling nervous they are, but feeling regret? Of course not! With hope, dream, and inspiration. Nothing could stand in their way!

As Onyx being told that none of these people are the woman he was looking for, the tiefling let out a tired sigh. It's the first time in years that I'm having such irresponsible client. I've spent too much time to brew this potion only for her to not show up... He murmurs under his breath, looking for a place to seat. Picking a sturdy enough chair, the tiefling takes hiz seat and then adds: Not that you obliged to listen to my complaints. But you said, you need extra hands? For what, exactly? I'm a simple herbalist, nothing too fancy. He explained, eyes moving from one person to another. Then, Onyx added quietly, muttering under his breath: And not to keen on keeping anyone a company.

There’s a soft giggle from behind the mask of the small figure. They walk to one of the available chairs, pulling it out, then stepping forward and using their long, scaly, dragon tail to pull it underneath as they take a seat.

A quick nod and a sharp toothed grin was flashed towards Bell . " Healing would certainly be useful for this, so you can definitely get a cut of the pay for this venture . " After that, she would eye Onyx . Arms slowly crossing as she leans back, looking him over once more . " Well, personally speaking, I wouldn't stand up an upstanding herbalist like you . And, from the sounds of it, you sound like you're undervaluing yourself . Herbalist or not, you're still a sturdy lookin' Tief, and a Druid, given by your words earlier . " Slowly pushing up the brim of her hat with the sharpened nail of her finger, she would look over the rest . " The way I see it, you all seem like capable people . "

Well, I'm capable at magic, druidic magic that is. And I've managed to keep myself alive, so I guess I'm capable at that. I don't know about other things though, I'm not much of a talker. What were you asking help with? I also actually didn't really read the poster. Mim blushes at this confession

The small figure claps excitedly, and there’s small tiny thumps under the table, as their tail wags. “I-it is just us, or will there be more friends? E-either way is good to me.” They reach into their cloak and pull out a small pouch, placing it on the table. they pull the cloak behind their shoulders and the hood off their head. They appear to be wearing black padded armor, black gloves and boots, and a green sash wrapped around their waist. They pull their traveler’s bag off their back and onto their lap, searching for something. it is difficult to tell what they could look like. One would think a tiefling because of the two pale small horns and pointed ears, but the scaled dragon tail would make anyone second guess that assumption “I-I prepare something right now while we wait. Will be helpful” they pull out their mortar and pestle and set it on the table.

It feels a bit frustrating to be shoved into the group of what seemed to be adventures without any explanation given. Onyx opens his mouth, to then close it with a sigh. The druid woman on his left voice out his thoughts, and he nodds along, waving his large hand at her. Exactly. I don't even know what all of this is about. Unlike other people here, I believe. And if you're looking for a fighter, I'm not who you need. Onyx raised his hands in the air with a look of seriousness on his face. I don't look for a fight. I'm a healer and woul like to remain one.

Eyeing Bell for a bit, and the oddities of their appearance, Sylv wouldn't mention anything about it yet; she was in no place to randomly bring up the looks of someone. Especially not given her tiefling like eyes, and a few traits she was ... keeping cover on . "Well, I suppose I should've been more clear about what's in store for this adventure, my apologies." Properly sitting up now, trying her best to look professional now, despite the clutter of empty cups and glasses of booze surrounding her, the half-drow would clear her throat . " I'm looking into possibly heading out towards the High Ice; for those who've seen it on a map of Faerûn, you'd recognize that it's a longs way from the Gate, even more than Waterdeep. Not to mention that the glaciers aren't exactly the most ... Friendly, of places . Hence, why I decided that I should for once, journey with a party . "

”Cold resist, I see…” they mumble to themself in Sylvan as they reach into their sash, pulling out a handful of herbs to put in the bowl of the mortar, grinding them into a paste. ”Cold resist… heat retaining…” they open the pouch on the table, adding something yellow to the paste, mixing it. Their ears twitch and they look up at Sylv. “S-so you go to high ice, for something important. A-and you wish for escorting support, I see I see.”

Eyeing the mixture, Sylv would give Bell a small nod . " That is the plan, yes . " And like that, she leans back down . " We could probably just rest up at an inn for now, I think I had a bit too much to handle ... "

“I-inn is… good! G-gives me time to make heat retaining elixirs….cold resisting potions…maybe some tea and dried peppered mushrooms?” Bell’s ears flutter quickly. Then they twitch as Bell realizes something. “O-oh, Apologies! Names! Bell! I am Bell! W-what are friends names?”

" Anyone else for the inn, then ? "

Isn't it dangerous to pick up random strangers in a place like this... Onyx looked around with a little frown. ...and entrust them your life? This is...unusual, to say the least. He uttered with another sigh. Suspicious, he wanted to say, suspicious to be so careless, unless you have the reasons for it and means to protect you from four people teaming up against you. Onyx could never understand that. It's a long road, I agree. But if it's only for escorting... He muttered under his breath. For a long time, he waited for the opportunity to travel somewhere, change the scenery, so to speak. Maybe this was a perfect opportunity. The inn sounds about right. I still need to wait for my client and get my money for the potion. I think I can stay here for a bit. No promisses, though. He warned immediately, and then his eyes turned to the tiny changeling by his side. Do you need help with the potions? It's my bread and butter, I can be useful.

Bell looks up at Onyx and asks in a quiet whisper, sounding surprised and hopeful. “Y-you wish to help me…? Y-yes!! Absolutely!! we work together!!” Bell is overjoyed and their fluttering ears give away how happy they are that somebody shares in their special interest.

Mim turns to Bell when she hears her speak Sylvan. She says in Sylvan You speak Sylvan? My name is Mim. Her name means Alone in Sylvan. Some of her nerves leave her voice when she speaks in the different tongue. Like she isn't looking for words as much

Taran looks kinda tired, so he gave the song a simple ending, and get himself a drink. Welp, healing, potion, spells for fire or cold are not my things. Buuuuut if you need some distraction or musics...I'll be the best helper. wink

> Reply to: @Mim (@Clara - Tav: Mim / Anareya) > Mim turns to Bell when she hears her speak Sylvan. She says in Sylvan You speak Sylvan? My name is Mim. *Her name means Alone ... Their ears perk up when they hear Mim speaking in Sylvan. When they respond back, they talk without any shakiness or uncertainty, this comes naturally to them. “Sylvan is my father tongue! My home language. I prefer it to common, but I find not many speak it”

Giving emotional damage or support is also what I'm good at, I guess. shrud

Mim's question takes him by surprise, a cold pinch of panic twisting his guts and the man instinctively moves back in his chair. I'm not...not dangerous. It was just a voice of experience. He utters, hating how he needs to lie about himself again. That's why it's so much easier to just live alone in the woods. No need to explain himself, no need to come up with any justifications at all. "But you are dangerous, you filthy liar. You killed so many people, have you not? It takes only to open your mouth, and they all aline to sell your souls to you." The nasty voice in Onyx's head speaking. The druid squints his eyes for a bit, trying to draw it away, and then adds quickly: Let's rent the room first, where we can prepare the potions. He gets up abruptly, colliding with the table and almost causing the drink in front of Sylv spill out. Sorry....sorry...! Onyx mutters, reaching for the objects on the table and arranging them back in their places.

Hey buddy you okay?

Yes, I'm all good. Onyx hurries to reassure, fearing they might start to question him on his behavior. He takes a deep breath and adds a bit calmer: I'm out of practice communication-wise. My usual interlocutors are plants and animals, which is... not much. He gives a bard an apologetic smile.

As the booze spilled onto her robes, Sylv blinked a bit as she looked fully awake now. One would usually get mad at such a mess on ones robes, especially one of the chimera's quality ... and yet, she remained calm . Merely getting up, she would take off the robes and be in nothing more than her undergarments, having no real awareness of how inappropriate such a thing could be . " Not a problem, big guy, it'll dry out ! " Balling up the robes, and putting it into her own bag, she'd nod . " But aye, let's go rent a room first . "

“O-oh! Understandable! T-talk with people, it is different from talk with flora and talk with fauna.” Bell uses the pestle to scoop the paste into a glass jar, placing it back into their traveler’s bag. They quickly clean up their belongings before packing up, putting their cloak back on over them, hood over their head, mask adjusted. “W-we go, yes!”

Ah yes the room. Taran put his lute on his back, and finish his drink.

> Reply to: @Bell Alberon-Weaver (@🦜 Pandemneek) > Their ears perk up when they hear Mim speaking in Sylvan. When they respond back, they talk without any shakiness or uncertaint... I've spoken only Sylvan for so long it might as well be my home language. Tomesa taught me. She points towards the flame on her shoulder. Tomesa means Spirit/Heart/Feeling in Sylvan She startles when the table gets knocked and the drink spills over Sylv, she makes nothing of Sylv taking her pants off If you want, you can give them to me, I run hot, so they might dry quicker. Oh, we're going? I- erh, I'll just follow you then?

For a moment, Onyx is speechless at such a blunt attitude. He watches, wide-eyed, how Sylv takes off his clothes like it's nothing and then walks to the register counter. You- you can't be serious! You can't walk like this in public! He frowns, hurrying to take off a thin cloak he wore around his shoulders and almost shoving it in the chimera's hands. Here, please, cover yourself! It's indecent to... He stumbles over his words, realizing he's shaking a bit. Shaking from anger? Why? Because it reminded him of the people he had to deal with. Crowdy room with naked people, touching each other... The image rises another wave of dusgust in the druid, and he utters sternly: I'm not following you, unless you get dressed.

> Reply to: @Mim (@Clara - Tav: Mim / Anareya) > I've spoken only Sylvan for so long it might as well be my home language. Tomesa taught me. She points towards the flame on her... As Bell follows the group, they walk alongside Mim, talking to her. “Tomesa? Oh, your flame friend!” Bell holds out a gloved finger towards the flame. “Nice to meet you, Tomesa friend. And to meet you as well, Mim friend!”_

> Reply to: @Onyx (@Regnard|Gabe fanclub leader) > *For a moment, Onyx is speechless at such a blunt attitude. He watches, wide-eyed, how Sylv takes off his clothes like it's noth... whaaaat? It's okay, buddy! We're not in battle or cold places! She'll be fine!

> blank" rel="noreferrer" title="">Reply to: @Bell Alberon-Weaver (@🦜 Pandemneek) > As Bell follows the group, they walk alongside Mim, talking to her. “Tomesa? Oh, your flame friend!” _ Bell holds out a glo... As you get closer to Mim and Tomesa, you can feel the heat coming from Tomesa. They don't reach out, but bow. Mim's hair should be curling back from the heat, but she seems fine. Tomesa says nice to meet you too! They don't really speak out loud, just in here Mim points to her head

“I see! Tomesa is a special friend then! This is good, very good!” Bell notices the heat and Mim’s hair unchanging. There’s a feeling of nostalgia in their heart and they seem to be lost in thought for a moment, thinking of their tree, their dads, their home.

> Reply to: @Onyx (@Regnard|Gabe fanclub leader) > *For a moment, Onyx is speechless at such a blunt attitude. He watches, wide-eyed, how Sylv takes off his clothes like it's noth... " We could merely just rent out the room at Elfso— " With the Tiefling bluntly and sternly making his demands, and flat out handing the cloak into her slightly sweaty palms, all Sylv could do was stare at him with a slightly puzzled look. But, when she took a closer look at his behavior, and the way his body language was, she knew there was something deeper bothering him. She wasn't gonna question it, for now. She needed the help, and she'll take getting handed some spare clothes if it meant having some extra support stay. So, she'd squeeze into the secondhand garbs .

A cloaked figure enters Sharess' Caress. He carries a flyer in his hand, and a bow and a lyre in his back , the symbols of his life both as a ranger and as a bard. His eyes were filled with worry as he looked around the place. After all, it was very frequented by... old acquaintances of his. The Zhentarim. He wouldn't want to risk being recognized by them after their relationship had been shattered in such brutal ways. But at the same time, he couldn't miss the opportunity of another adventure for him to chronicle. Carefully, he walks around and finds a circular table with a group of quite unique and appealing individuals, and... wait... has that lady been naked? Well, they certainly seemed to be the group he looked for, or at least he hoped they were, for they had the scent of adventure and entertainment upon them. And the fact that a fellow - and very cheerful - bard was playing with his lute certainly made him feel more at ease. Approaching the table, he takes off the cloak just enough to show his freckled face, green eyes and wide smile. He says while holding the flyer, "Hello, my esteemed saers! Is it here where you're looking for adventurers? I would be very glad to join this endeavor, if you still have need for someone else who, may I assure you, is very experienced with exploration."

Bell waves at Olifyr, motioning him to follow. “O-oh, greetings new friend! W-we are heading to the inn, the Elfso, according to Sylv, friend!” The tip of Bell’s scaled dragontail wags excitedly from under the leafy cloak. “M-more time to prepare! To… ready for long trip to the Big Ice? Tall Ice? High… Ice? U-Unsure, but it is north and far!”

"Oh, so it looks I arrived at the right time!" he claps his hands together excitedly, ready to follow the group. He says, "I'm Olifyr, by the way. It is a pleasure to meet you!"

Oh, eh, hi. I'm Mim, and this is Tomesa. She gestures at the flame hovering over her shoulder Don't try to shake their hand, they are actually very hot she gives a shy sort of wave herself

“Olifyr, friend! A pleasure to meet you! I-I am Bell! I do the healings!” They proudly exclaim.

Olifyr looks at Tomesa in awe, ignoring all the other words. His eyes shone brightly and he says, "Oh, my! What are you, little thing? A miniature elemental? A pixie? A fire ghost? An illusion? Some fey?" Completely ignoring Mim's advice, he tries to shake Tomesa's tiny hands with his finger, but he screams and flinches when she burns his skin, "Ouch! Those are some real fires, eh? Are you able to touch them, miss Mim? How does it work, exactly?" He quickly gets a journal and a quill from his pockets and starts taking notes.

Relieved that the chimera covered herself with his cloak, the tiefling sighed heavily and then turned his gaze to the newcomer. He wanted to warn Olifyr that touching Tomesa would be a bad idea, but failed to reach for the man’s hand in time. This was careless. He murmured softly, approaching the bard and glancing at his hand, to check if there was any damage caused to the skin. Then, shifting his gaze to the druid and her fiery friend, the tiefling spoke in Sylvan: Forgove him, both of you. He wasn't disrespectful on purpose.

When they hear the word fey, they freeze up and seem to be in a trance, not paying attention to the surroundings, until they’re pulled out by Onyx speaking in sylvan. ”You speak sylvan too, friend? Wow! I suppose I was not spending my time around the correct people, growing up”

Heyyyyyy! Bard friend! Name's Taran. Welcome!

Olifyr enthusiastically takes notes while he waits for Mim’s answer, the pain in his finger long forgotten despite the big tiefling’s worries. He was completely fascinated by Tomesa, how could he resist a finger shake with that wonderful little creature? Then, he hears that man talking to Bell in a language foreign to him. Both of them were different from the tieflings he had met before… what a curious pair that was! Through a word or another, Olifyr deducts they were speaking in Sylvan, but he still couldn’t understand what they were talking about. Suddenly, that line of thought is lost when he hears cheerful words he could understand. “Taran!” He exclaims, utterly happy to interact with a fellow bard. He offers a handshake, “A pleasure to meet you, my fellow half-human bard!”

After getting into the new set of clothes, and hearing the voice of another and seeing Oli, she would give a small wave . With a small flick of her now visible tiefling tail, the new cloak not custom made to hide that detail, she would give a small life at the entire exchange . " R-right, as I was saying, we were heading to Elfsong to get some rest ... I'm sure the room they got up there will be enough to accommodate us until the next morning . " Another loud yawn, her sharp canines on display, as she motions the rest to follow . " That, and we can probably get a decent meal over . ... the food and booze in this place is cheap . " As she walks off, the cashier tries to stop her with what was clearly a tab, but the chimera was immediately rushing out .

Tomesa flares and disappears, leaving only a small puff of smoke rising from Mim's chest. She doesn't react to their disappearance as she turns to Olifyr, concern clear on her face "Oh, oh no! Are you alright? I'm so sorry." The immediate shock and stress lessens a little when Olifyr starts asking questions immediately. "Erh, yes, they are a real flame, a fey wildfire spirit. I'm not able to touch them, they are quite as hot to the touch to me as they are to you. I don't understand what you mean by 'how does it work?'" She turns to Onyx and responds in Sylvan "Oh, no need for apologies, we're not the ones hurt. Some people just need to learn the hard way, I guess" Mim gives a small smile, unsure of what to do exactly Mim turns back to Olifyr and asks him in Common "Do you need any help with the burn? They can be quite painful, but I've become quite good at healing them." She blushes just a little bit since it's been a long time since she's had to heal anyone but herself from pretty much anything.

Their ears perk up at the mentioning that Tomesa is a fey wildfire, and they seem to gaze a bit far away, thinking of home as they follow along with the group.

Woah...a living fire?! How does it live inside your body!!

"Oh, eh, I don't know. I'm not really sure if they do live in me. Maybe they do, and that is why I run hot too? Not burning hot though.. I'm sorry, I don't know much about how this works" Mim looks a little apologetic that she isn't able to answer Taran's questions

It's okay. I also have no idea why I got this bard magic! pat his lute

"Well, Bards tend to usually be akin to Wizards, in that while they may not be born with magic, they do have a latent talent for it." Looking back at the others, Sylv would gently laugh. "Being born into magic is rather different from learning it. Some do have it better than others, though. You could be like me, and be born with Wild Magic."

They listen to Sylv’s description of the different type of spellcasting, ears perking up from under their hood as they try to understand it. They then look down at their own hands and think they are a bard and a druid, similar, yet so different, just as the blood of dragons and demons run through them, so does the magic of nature and music, what a combination they are, and what a combination this group is “Hehehe…” they giggle in delight under their mask.

Wait since we have so many bards in team, I think we could also be a band!

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" M ... maybe you all should do that after this is all done . Not exactly one for a band . "