#npc responses

[dmed-expedition]

“Mrs. Chase, good morning. How does the day find you?”

*The Professor is meticulously dressed, looking as formal as always, but incredibly dapper to the average denizen. He finds an open bar stool and settles himself in.*

[ @professor-azran ]

Amelia is half asleep in the process of counting stock and counting out tips and profit from yesterday night. She has her hair loose and is wearing a simple skirt for walking or gardening with a too big for her shirt.

Her voice slightly deeper and raspier with sleep as she responds, "good morning Mr Azran, the day finds me tired mostly. Milly is making breakfast I believe, usually is at this time, so we can join you and talk over food. If that is amenable to you?"

[dmed-expedition]

A panting lizardfolk cultist and chill tiefling approach a table of fire genasi.

@bathe-in-dragons-light @shepherd-to-the-flock

There one of them leans forward, almost standing up out of their chair, to reach across the table and ineffectly smack at another hands.

"You absolute--" in a quieted screech, "I hate you so much!!"

"Its not my fault you forgot," is the smug response with restrained laughter, "so if you want to borrow my spare lantern, then you owe me. Its that or you could always buy one~"

"UGH! But they're SO EXPENSIVE!"

The third gensai at the table who was watching with amusement until now, speaks, "yeah, because people like you forget them. How the hell did you even forget? You need the damn thing for this! Its the entire reason we are here!"

"You guys are so mean to me," flopping back down with a huff, the flames that spiral across the surface of their face dim for a moment, showing a brief glimpse of the pout on their face.

[dmed-expedition]

Did Sol take a shit yet

Its been weeks, sadly no, Sol died from never shitting disease...

(Sol was persauded home to rest and be given medicine by husband)

[dmed-expedition]

Sol go take a shit

"Do you have to be so uncooth? We've never met, please do mind your own business," he mostly mumbles this into his husband's shoulder.

"You want to head home hetild?" he asks, letting Sol practically melt into him.

"We were gonna buy you the tea you liked from the merchant, I don't wish to be the cause of you missing that Galyle," Sol sounds absolutely miserable.

Galyle hums sympathetically, petting through the pale yellow flames that encompasses Sol's form, "they'll be back next month, don't worry, I have enough to last if I'm careful. I don't want you to be unhappy grá," pressing a kiss to his forehead, mindful of his glasses.

[dmed-expedition]

*Gives one of the NPCs in this market a tummy ache.*

The poor fire gensai. He was minding his own business. What did he do to deserve this?

He ends up quietly following after his husband, too miserable to add much to the conversation.

"You alright Sol?"

When he shakes his head the two end up finding somewhere to sit down until Sol feels better. Its a little bit silly looking as Sol is dressed up to the nines, what can he say, he likes to be fancy. Next to his husband who's in basically pajamas and a shawl, as he's getting his back rubbed in soft circles as they talk quietly together.

[dmed-expedition]

Amelia~~~ that’s a pretty name. Are you not exclusive?

"Thank you, I'm rather fond of my name. Me and my spouse have an agreement on rare occasions. However flirting is different and pretty much always allowed. Especially since it can get either one us tips," Amelia laughs to herself at that, "work and profits are important in a tavern, or in a business in general."

The elf, the one with the quite literal autumnal complexion, glances over at her laugh. Amelia makes eye contact and an affection look is exchanged, before Amelia returns focus to the spirit.

She cannot see the spirit, but she looks to where it seems to be speaking from. "Either way, you may flirt, but no promises on any returned interest beyond that."

[dmed-expedition]

Bartender, you have pretty eyes.

Amelia looks over from cleaning where a drink spilt on the bar, taking the moment of calmness in the otherwise busy bar to keep it clean, both for keeping it nice for customers and to save her work later. There are a couple other workers at the bar, an elf-like being with dark ashen skin, a warm skinned elf person and a satyr with spiralling horns.

"Thank you, I'm quite fond of them, my spouse likes to say we match due to it," Amelia seems amused, and not particularly shocked to hear the spirit, "if you wish to flirt, you may have a better chance if you use my name, Amelia Chase, if you didn't know."

[dmed-expedition]

Pinned Post - Under Construction

I am going to be running a few different things, namely some combats and interactions with the setting and the enviroment. Taking on a role only vaguely like a dungeon master. Most of the plot will be made by the others as they go, my goal is to fill in the gaps, take on the needed npcs and allow for some battles that aren't 'player run' if you will.

setting scenes - posts that are prompts for enviroments and or potential journeys, etc

npc responses - when asks are sent to npcs, or when npcs come into play

ooc posts - out of character posts, when I'm replying to stuff rather than narrating or playing an npc

expedition exposition - the tag for when I've explained something to a player, usually something only one or two player characters are being told

expedition's end - end of thread tag

asks answered - ask tag

[yet to be chosen] - combat tag