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

[Ryqoshay]

   Finishing her second slice of the delicious apples, Yvonne decides to find more vegetables. She thought she had seen a stack of steamed asparagus, oh, there it is. She drifts lazily over to retrieve a couple stalks.

[Kalas]

Nathalie quivered in disgust and fear as she shrugged her shoulders, and froze her body, hopefully to move the Hogarth's hand off her shoulder. Though she was immediately stunned by the potency of the boozy breath that she was left with no choice other than to sit there and take that verbal onslaught like a woman.

"Th...at...is...triumphant...?" Her mind started to fog and her words began to string together effortlessly, as if she were drunk.

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn continues his slog back to his room... but stops at the bar, putting his front legs again on the counter to stand semi-upright and un-wringering the cup from his horn.  The barkeep looks for a moment from the rhino to the cup, completely confused out of his damn mind before eventually picking up the cup and sniffing it to see if he could tell what the... stone rhino... had been drinking.  The barkeep realizes it was a fairly cheap ale and pours the beast another cup, sliding it back to him.   "There you go... sir..." the barkeep says, giving the rhino a nod as he picks the cup up again and downs it, leaving it on the counter.  

Rhyhorn nods to the barkeep in tired appreciation, hopping back down from the counter before he ended up breaking ALL THE THINGS and finding the stairs, making his way slowly up.

[EmmaNigma]

Hogarth laughs at Nathalie's stuttering observation, but not in a mocking way. "Triumphant it is, friend Nathalie! I feel tired yet from our glorious battle with magic today. Gonna go sleep." she announces, rather abruptly and in completely jerking the conversation in an opposite direction. She marches upstairs, and knocks on several doors before being helped to her own room, herself unable to read the room numbers.

[Ryqoshay]

   Did any of the servers bring out dessert? Yvonne scans the table. Ah, yes, a fine selection of hand-crafted chocolates sits in the center of the rest of the food. The flame fey selects one with a red marking on top, hoping it has a cherry inside, but would happily settle for something else. She carves into it and is pleased to see a red, viscous liquid leak onto her plate. Indeed, floating in the fluid is a cherry.

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn feels the Barbarian literally step over him as she rushes her way groggily up the stairs, too tired to give many fucks and keeping to his own slow pace.  His room... for better or worse... was also on the third floor, so this would be quite a walk for the little tired rhino that could.

[Kalas]

Nathalie sits in her chair, a little dopey-eyed and staring at the various things around her. She feels like she thanked Hogarth for her speech, she isn't sure, but she sort of swayed back and forth lazily before her eyes drooped and she put her head down on the table, her hand spinning in a sporadic fashion as if to say she's going to sleep.

"It'llbeabout liiiiiike fiveminutes," she slurred, her hand falling gently on a piece of chocolate cake.

[st4rw4k3r]

The Innkeeper lady, holding stew, walks up stairs to Elia's room, and knocks on her door. Elia opens the door and greets the Innkeeper with a smile. She takes the stew, thanks the lady, then closes the door. Elia walks to the middle of the room, sat down, and begins to eat.

[Ryqoshay]

   Yvonne hovers above her tankard of ale and looks down to see it is still half full, but that means she now has to physically enter the tankard to refill her own mug. Nonetheless, it is worth it for this brew.

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn eventually makes it all the way up to his room, and begins opening the door with his mouth... before realizing something important.  He needs Nathalie's help to fix his rocky ass, and he needs to show her where his room is anyway since she'd be staying with him... damnit.  The rhino sighs and turns around, and begins an equally slow walk back down the stairs.

[Ryqoshay]

   Not quite enough... Yvonne drifts back to the plate of chocolates and pulls a green colored one over to her place, hoping this one is mint. From the smell of it, it certainly should be, but, like life, one never knows what one may get from a chocolate... At least, that's what mother always said...

[st4rw4k3r]

Finished with her stew, Elia takes her bowl down stairs to the Innkeeper lady. As shes heading down the stairs she sees Rhyhorn going down, and he looks very tired. "You should go to bed Rhyhorn." Elia says to him.

[Kalas]

Nathalie tosses on the table, her hair now slightly inching into some strawberry shortcake and her hand spreading chocolate cake everywhere. When she awoke, she was still slightly dazed, and got carefully up from the table and walked slowly to the lobby, where she saw Rhyhorn coming down the stairs.

"What time is it...", she asked, rubbing her eyes with the cake-covered hand, "Is it morning? ..What's on my hand?"

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn grumbles and nods to Elia, too tired and lazy to write anything on his chalkboard.  He walks up behind Nathalie and just flips her onto his back, too tired to deal with this shit, collecting her as if she were a part of ALL THE THINGS and bringing her back up the stairs, as slow as his previous two trips were.

[Kalas]

"Whoo! Oh you're so rough sir knight!" she mumbles, caring not for the discomfort of the stony beast's hide, "You'll really marry me if I do that...?" Though, her hands did spread a cornucopia of dried desserts over Rhyhorn's backside.

[st4rw4k3r]

Elia walks to the Innkeeper Lady and hands her her bowl. "Thank you." Elia says to the Lady, before walking off towards Yvonne. "How are you Madam?" Elia greets her.

[Ryqoshay]

   "Delightfully full, thanks fer askin..." Yvonne replies to Elia's question and pats her exposed midriff between the lily petals. "But I order'd this delectable ale, an' I don' intend ta leave 'ere 'til it's gone." She leans head first into the tankard again to refill her mug.

[RavenOfRazgriz]

Rhyhorn continues scaling the stairs back to his room, too tired to acknowledge the drunken rambles of the fair lady upon his back nor realize the cake scattered over him.  He eventually reaches his room, and begins fiddling at the door with his mouth until it opens, entering and tossing Nathalie up onto the bed.  He then moves back to shut and lock the door before curling up on the floor to rest.

[st4rw4k3r]

Elia laughs. Well in that case you must drink that ale up! Elia orders some chocolate. "I'll keep you company until you finish it up." Says Elia as Chocolate is handed to her. She snaps a piece of and eats it. "I forgot to tell you, but you probably figured out when I greeted you earlier. At the Mage's Guild I bought a Sylvan Pearl of Speech. I can speak and understand Sylvan as long as the pearl is melted in my mouth." She snaps another piece of chocolate off and eats it.

[Kalas]

"THIS IS A BAR NOT A BROTHEL!" She shouts, spooning the pillow.