Orym wasn't expecting to wind up in a tavern with everything going on. But between one blink and another that's where he is. The small man with the shock of slightly curly brown hair looks around almost ready for a fight to break out, but when he glances around and just sees the warm open room with the chatting patrons the tension in his body eases and he wanders up to the bar tapping on it to order a Winters Whisper.
The tea is warm and delightfully spicy in a way that reminds him of Winter's Crest and warm nights by a fire with strong arms wrapped around him and a soft voice in his ear.
The Grand Masquerade
The small figure looking like a deer walks into the grand ballroom assessing the room and any dangers that might be inside. His body language is tense and he seems like he'd prefer to have a weapon in his hand then a drink. He circles the room trying to find a group to join so he feels less self aware.
The Land's Embrace
Orym feels comfortable here....the soft breeze the smell of the trees and the plants is exactly like home. He is almost tempted to slip his boots off and feel the grass under his feet as he walks along. He is still ill at ease here since he is so used to the world being on fire these days.
He stops to watch a pair of lovers holding hands and chatting softly a sad look on his face. He is moving forward yes, but the memories are still there.
Orym of the Air Ashari | Critical Role | Undecided with spoilers for the recent CR episode inculded
Orym wasn't expecting to wind up in a tavern with everything going on. But between one blink and another that's where he is. The small man with the shock of slightly curly brown hair looks around almost ready for a fight to break out, but when he glances around and just sees the warm open room with the chatting patrons the tension in his body eases and he wanders up to the bar tapping on it to order a Winters Whisper.
The tea is warm and delightfully spicy in a way that reminds him of Winter's Crest and warm nights by a fire with strong arms wrapped around him and a soft voice in his ear.
The Grand Masquerade
The small figure looking like a deer walks into the grand ballroom assessing the room and any dangers that might be inside. His body language is tense and he seems like he'd prefer to have a weapon in his hand then a drink. He circles the room trying to find a group to join so he feels less self aware.
The Land's Embrace
Orym feels comfortable here....the soft breeze the smell of the trees and the plants is exactly like home. He is almost tempted to slip his boots off and feel the grass under his feet as he walks along. He is still ill at ease here since he is so used to the world being on fire these days.
He stops to watch a pair of lovers holding hands and chatting softly a sad look on his face. He is moving forward yes, but the memories are still there.