Re: ALL THE THINGS (ATT: A D&D RPG) - Let's get ready to rumble!

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn merely stared at all the delicious food, his rhino-brain mulling over how to best move some of the delicious food from the main table to his plate.  Sadly, few ideas that wouldn't involve the destruction of the entire table came to mind.  Nathalie's hurriedness for eating only made his anguished dilemma even worse.

[EmmaNigma]

Hogarth is stomping her way out, when she notices a goblin prepared slaughtered pig. Grabbing the entire platter, she proceeds to eat her bread and drink her ale, while tearing out hunks of the pig and then tearing smaller bits out with her sharp teeth. "Grunt." she says.

[EmmaNigma]

Noticing the living rock's dilemma, she shovels food onto a plate and sets it on the ground for Rhyhorn. "Eat well, brave Rhyhorn, for the bravest fools need their strength!" Grabbing a fresh bottle of ale, she gulps the whole thing down with minimal effort. She is inspired to her own song, much like the sprite.

"I'm very well aquainted with the seven deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I'm proud to be a glutton, and I don't have time for sloth
I'm greedy, and I'm angry, and I don't care who I cross

I'm Mrs. Bad Example, intruder in the dirt
I like to have a good time, and I don't care who gets hurt
I'm Mrs. Bad Example, take a look at me
I'll live to be a hundred, and go down in infamy!"

She roars with laughter, before dizzily slumping heavily onto a chair.

[Ryqoshay]

   Sitting cross legged on the table and utilizing a low, table-like construct about the size of a normal place setting, Yvonne cleans her tiny plate of roasted poultry quickly yet elegantly. Eyeing a quartered cherry tomato, she hovers over to add it to her plate before settling back down to carve away at it with her small knife.

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn's eyes go alight at Hogarth's kindness, savagely nomming at his delicious, delicious food.  As he eats, the phrase "bravest fools" echos in his brain and his eating slows, as if to say "Wait a minute..."  He looks to Hogarth... but then the smell of delicious deliciousness reaches him again and he goes back to his food, blissfully ignorant.

[st4rw4k3r]

Elia puts her head on the table, covers her head with her arms, whispering to herself. "If anyone asks, the brute is a drunk that randomly stumbled by..."

[Kalas]

Even though Nathalie was too preoccupied with savoring the food she'd put on her plate, the barbarian woman will always startle her, and unfortunately, Nathalie had a bit of a coughing fit, and almost choked on some chicken before composing herself and breathing easily again.

"Where do you come from!?"

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn finishes the noms Hogarth had placed before him post-haste, and begins reaching out with his face, slowly dragging a cooked bird toward him and ripping a leg off, dropping it into his plate and going for it.  Halfway through eating, he turns over to his cup of ale, holding it into his mouth and turning upward, downing the entire thing in one sip as not to spill it like the last time he was lucky enough to get a nice drink to go with his nice food.

[Ryqoshay]

   Yvonne fills her bowl with pottage and tears off a sizable piece of bread to dip in the soupy mix.

[EmmaNigma]

"I come from the frozen wastelands of the north!" she shouts, standing up and putting on a heroic, but drunken, pose. "From a tribe that separated from Alynthia, we forsook the cowardly arts of wizardry and forged ourselves in battle for blessings from our horrible, insatiable gods!" She flashes an even drunker grin, and tears off another piece of the pig with her teeth, as if to emphasize her point.

[Ryqoshay]

   Yvonne happily adds an entire strip of bacon to her plate despite it not fitting. She cannot remember the last time she had enjoyed the salty goodness of perfectly cooked and seasoned bacon.

[Kalas]

"What interesting heritage," She says, shocked at her complete lack of etiquette, "Perhaps one day you'll have to tell me about your homeland?" Nathalie didn't quite know how to approach talking to this women, so niceness was decidedly the most effective choice in accomplishing that task.

"This..whatever this is, is quite delicious!"

[Ryqoshay]

   Once you start eating bacon, it is hard to stop. Yvonne simply cannot stop at one strip and decides to stack two more atop her mini-table.

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn, meanwhile, polishes off the rest of his chicken leg, before reaching his face out for more.  Reaching... reaching... reaching... eventually reaching too far, the table under him creaking and snapping.  The legs remain standing, allowing the rest of the table to hold up fine, but the bit of wood under Rhyhorn splinter and give away like paper.  The resulting mayhem flips the chicken he was reaching for along with his ale cup high into the air, the bird eventually landing directly onto his face and the cup doing a lucky ringer onto his horn.  He grumbles for a moment, before tipping his face so the bird could slip off and tearing into it now that it was within nomming distance.

[EmmaNigma]

"You shall know THIS VERY DAY!" she bellows, raising her fists into the air. "We conquered a spot of tundra outside a forest, bountiful with its gifts of food and hardship. Half the village would go into the forest, killing and maiming all in our path for the other half's dinner, and the next day it was their turn to share in the glory. Those who stayed behind for the day made offerings to Crom, terrible god of Wrath, and Graalfag, honored God of Blood. We thrived in the ice of the land, carving our VERY HOMES OUT OF THE ICE AND ROCK!"

This looks like it might take awhile.

[Kalas]

"Oh that is interesting.." Nathalie replied, though she seemed a little unsettled.

[Ryqoshay]

   Retrieving her mug from the kit in her pack, Yvonne dunks it in the 'normal' sized tankard she requested from one of the servers earlier. She drains it quickly and refills it again. Pursing her lips, she surveys what remains of the selection after the 'larger folk' have eaten a good majority. In a serving dish nearby she sees slices of cooked apples in a thick sauce and sprinkled with cinnamon. Stabbing her fork into a slice, she drags it to her plate so she can eat it.

[st4rw4k3r]

Elia gets up from the table and walks over to the Inn lady. "I am so sorry about my crew." Elia pulls two pp from her pouch and hands it to the lady. "This isn't a bribe, it's in case you lose any customers or things break tonight..." She glances over to the table and back over to the lady. "Might I have my food brought to my room?" The Innkeep Lady nods her head, and asks what Elia would like. "A stew would be nice." The Innkeeper Lady nods and tells her it will be delivered to her room in a little bit. The Lady then walks off to the kitchen. Elia takes one last look at her group, and ascends the stairs to the her room on the 3rd floor.

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn polishes off the remainder of the bird, leaving bones scattered on the ground as he lets out a large BUUUUUUUUUUUURP.  He then groggily begins walking under the remainder of the table, given his 3-foot stature, taking a shortcut between the legs of the seated womenfolk to get out from the table and slowly makes his way to his room for some rest, the ale mug still settled on his horn.

[EmmaNigma]

Hogarth staggers over to Nathalie, throws a heavy, scarred arm around her neck, and breathes her boozy breath at Nathalie, not meaning to or realizing she's doing it. "It got to a point where the forest held no challenge for me, and I decided to seek new lands to fight and kill. From the outskirts of Alynthia, I have marched and hired my services to many a folk. I have hunted, and felt the joy of the earth under my feet. I must've killed everything's that walked or crawled sometime or another on my journey. The THRILL OF LIFE" she howls joyously, raising her arms and stomping over for more meat.