TownCrier/Faction Attraction/Raise Your Stout Krew

Wehnimer's Landing. For many, the frontier town remains the hub of the traveler. This small town has a diverse population of races, cultures, and creeds. Some pass by in their visits to the invoker, adorning themselves with blankets of magical protection. Others enjoy the heavily populated area of Town Square Central, where anything from drunken dwarves to Rooks protecting the town with their vigilant eyes from the shadows to even sentient wolves asking for donuts to consume. Of course, many pubs and eateries occupy the town, occupying their time at Helga's or lounging at Wayside Inn. As a result, one can find themselves lost, alone, and perhaps feeling a void of companionship. But one group in particular prides itself on inclusivity and its many numbers. Though their population is vast, it is one where people feel connected, united, and part of a large family the most heavily populated Meeting Hall Organization in Elanthia. This is Raise Your Stout Krew or RYSK for short.

Hosts and Members

The Notorious Julenne Shiningmoon the Incantress of the Eastern Harbor.

She appears to be an Aelotoi.

She is shorter than average. She appears to be extremely young. She has sparkling jade green eyes and fair skin. She has waist length, curly deep red hair with lighter streaks. She has a delicate face, a classical nose and dimpled cheeks. She has a pair of jade green wings decorated with an ecru nautilus shell ornament shot with silvery marbling on each.

She has a leaping dolphin tattoo on her arm, a simple vaalin ring threaded with a tiny ruby hibiscus in her left eyebrow, and a blue-backed dragonfly tattoo on her ankle.

Miniature silver dolphins spiral outward from her before fading away.

She is in good shape.

She is wearing an enruned platinum crown, a nacre-tipped dark faenor hairpin, a polished imflass aventail, a blue-streaked emerald trident symbol, a patinated silver locket, a mottled chestnut bazan duster with ink-whorled cuffs, a vibrant blue coral armband set with silver dolphins, a small rose, a copper stein insignia, a willow wood compass pin, an onyx black leather backpack with an intricate dolphin design, a pouch-lined harness with contrasting black and white crossed straps, a side-laced dark leather underbust corset, an ensigiled silk robe, a delicate vaalin wristchain centered with a small ruby charm, an ornate gold ring, a ornate veniom ring bearing a breaching dolphin crest, an onyx-inlaid red dreamstone ring, a carved onyx signet ring etched with a willow tree, a dolphin-motif diamond-inlaid knotwork platinum wedding ring, a lattice-woven suede corset belt affixed with a strap-bound ivory peony teacup, an archaic steel dodecahedron, a silver threaded pouch, a high-slit black leather skirt draped in mesh netting, a dark green baystone-inset anklet, and some thigh-high black leather boots.

Temaari the Incantress.

She appears to be a Half-Elf from Ta'Faendryl.

She is average height and has a balletic body. She appears to be young and untried. She has gold-flecked amber eyes, glossy vanilla full lips, and petal-soft, tanned skin. She has mid back-length, lush dark brown hair bound into a twisted infinity knot by some fanlike jet combs. She has a delicate face and well-groomed, thin dark eyebrows. She has an ombre lilac and violet glaze brushed onto her slim oval fingernails.

She is in good shape.

She is holding a thin mottled amber ring nestled in electrum in her right hand.

She is wearing a thin ebon silk choker set with a small dark crystal, an off-shoulder jacket of floor-length sheer black lace, a supple ebon bodysuit with dual columns of slender buckles, a delicate silver ring, a lustrous cloth-of-vaalin reticule, and some tissue-thin tulle ankle-boots inset with thin bare bronze branches.

Introduction

Normally, when I conduct these meetings for Faction Attraction, I encounter a few officers and some members, and the crowds are rather small and intimate. So, I was taken by surprise to see such a crowd. Of course, this was one of RYSK's nighty musters, but I was at a party even then. Ivory grins flooded my presence as the scent of ale and libations hung in the air. It's a unique atmosphere that only a few places can replicate.

Burnished wooden planks curve out to form the massive hall of the tavern's entrance, with rows of sturdy oaken posts rising to connect with a network of rafters above. Dozens of blackened oil lanterns hang from the ceiling, their light at times a haze behind wisps of smoke drifting in from the galley. In the center rests a huge cast-iron pot surrounded by countless tables and barrel chairs. A half-circle driftwood bar is nestled in the corner beneath a salt-stained crest. You also see a jocular snow spirit that is flying around, a slender brindle lion, an open archway leading to a wooden plank bridge, a wide wooden ramp and a large driftwood box.

Also here: Fahlo, Squire Legionnaire Aerinson, Master Fisher Aerocus, Miss Toxyrox, Manndril, Great Lord Samhail who is sitting, Jurist of Tail Annarosa who is sitting, High Lady Aevilir, Mistress Domshella, Lucraine, Craeguile who is sitting, Miss Evii, Lady Lyracellan, Mister Midgar, Lady Alexandrena, Snowhulbe who is sitting, Anstara who is kneeling, Temaari, Dexflex, Lord Vandryl, Monza, The Notorious Julenne who is sitting