The Cleric was up already an hour before the meeting, well rested and motivated. She cast silent morning prayers over each room of her room mates as they were asleep or doing other things from outside, wishing them to be protected and well-rested and that the 'curse of hangover' may weaken quick. It only took fifteen minutes of her morning time, which of the rest was spent by sitting down in the tavern, drinking some water and having a light breakfast that would keep her full for at least the next eight hours. ~~ Later at 7 ~~ "Another member? Delightful!" She simply said and bowed to the newcomer. "My name is Artana, Dragonborn and on a pilgrimage on Bahamuts behalf."
The Bard greeted the cleric as she came down, along with everyone else as they joined them. He seemed awfully cheery for someone who had been up late singing raunchy bar songs and attempting to drink a Dwarf under the table. He succeeded at singing the songs, nailing all of them on the head, including a fantastic rendition of "Free Dragon" that they sang arm in arm with the Drow Paladin at the end.
Chipper as ever, Abraxa practically floated down the stairs. Not requiring sleep was a wonderful ability to have. "Salutations, comrades in cape and other adornments! T'is a beautiful day for travel and adventure, is it not?", she yelled through the room, a tad behind the Cleric, and clearly disappointed to see only the Dragonborn was up yet. The Drow was already clad in armour, and seemed battle-ready. Of course, the oath that forbid her from drinking alcohol was an advantage here, especially when Dwarves and drinking games were involved. After 7 "SAL-UTATIONS! Comrades in cape and other adornments!", the Drow finally yelled as the bard came.
<Before 7> OOC: Just as reminder; mi got heavy iron armor, huzzah! "Greetings fellow seeker of righteousness!" Artana replied cheerful, the positive emotions of all creatures being quite contagious to the Cleric. "A good day indeed it is, it seems our gods want us to have an easy travel!"
Before 7 "You must be the most cheerful thing to ever hatch from an egg, Dragonborn. How fitting your God gave you such a radiant colour of scale, for it seems your mood is always radiant to match! Haha! And from what I know of Bahamut, I doubt he'd wish bad travel upon his children! However, no day is ever bad for travel, for travel means adventure, and adventure is always a way to help people and gain massive glory!" The mirthful Drow sat down across the Cleric and soon took in a light breakfast as well, waiting for the others to rise. "So, radiant kin of the Father Drake! What drives you here, since it's surely not the glory of victory and the call of battle like it drew me!"
"Well said, milady. It is pilgrimage that drives my spirit to travel. To learn more about others, so I can define Bahamut for myself even better and detailed. To seek methods of justice, expand my reason and knowledge, as well as help those in need. I certainly seek not glory, but aid to those that do not know how to aid themselves. Because you see. A mother does not care of her children because she wants them well. She nourishes and teaches them so they can one day take care of themselves. And the same I desire to do, not be there to aid those in need for one moment, but help others to understand of how they can take control of their lives and beliefs to shape their existence to what they want it to be." The Dragonborn replied with a smile, this one was an intellect and despite their far different appearances, their minds were alike. "So is it glory that brought you here or was it just an additional bonus, an extra satisfaction of knowing to do the right thing?" She inquired before drinking some of her clear water.
after 7 "so when you are all here renah will lead you down the path though i will offer one warning do not let anything hapen to him or il have to deal with mab the winter queen" with that he shuderd "and trust me i dont want to have to talk to her she is a monster" with that renah moved closer as the employer vanished "so is everyone ready, if their not il leave them a mesege to catch us up" with that he bowed slightly to them all "though i should say, it has been a long time since i saw a dragonborn of the metalic scales and a teifling together it brings back memories from before the 300 year war"
Before 7 "A Drow mother does not take care of their children, so your simile is lost on me, good priestess", the Dark Elf began, "but she does not neglect them out of spite, but rather so they become powerful in their own right. We two, however, may not be so different after all! I too seek to aid those in need of course, but I am also infallible Lady Red Knight's mailed fist!" The Paladin slammed her gauntleted fist onto the table, creating a lound 'wham' that caught the attention of everyone in the room as the look on her face turned a mixture of crazed zeal and zealous craziness. "...and of course, I baptize children", she added in a calm voice.
OOC: Unfair to use DnD Lore where I don't know it (which is everywhere and everything! XD) "As long as your fist does not slam upon their gaze like the poor tables', then I suppose the children will be fine. Although one could argue, it is because the Drows do not want to get too attached to their child. I mean after all it is the hardest time to leave someone you love, but much easier to leave someone you have no connection or even a negative emotion to. Parents and Children are always only temporarily together. Everyone knows they are going to go and have their own life one day. Could it not very well be that Drows desire their children to live simply more unbound?" The Cleric asked with a smile, enjoying the conversation and the Paladin more with an every word exchanged.
OOC: Well my impression was that your character was kinda uninformed anyways! Also, at least in Faerun (which I am basing this on) Drow aren't exactly common knowledge either. IC: "Do not worry, priestess, when I baptize, my fist is not mailed! In fact, it's a bare fist, or rather an open palm! Fists make for bad baptizing tools!" Grinning slightly, the Drow had finished her meal and toyed with her holy symbol, a red knight chess figure attached to a necklace. "Us Drow don't not care for our children because we are afraid of losing them; we don't care for them because that way, they will become stronger! It's part of the cult of Lolth which used to be an integral part of our culture, before we found the light! I however would of course devote every breathing second of my life to my offspring, if I had it, but my duties do not allow for this, so I must remain childless, lest they grow evil and I am too weak to slay my own sons and daughters! That would not be nice!" All this was said in her usual, chipper, tremendously happy voice.
