Foodstalls Jarlaxle... honestly, he looks like he just came from a pride parade. Does he know what a pride parade is? No. Would he be absolutely overjoyed to take part in one. Oh yes.
Really, he's pleased as punch by the heat. It's been a long time since he lived somewhere that the temperature was conducive to the kind of outfits he used to wear back in Menzoberranzan. Observers will see before them a willowy, dark-skinned man well into middle-age, dressed in brightly colored leather hotpants, a sleeveless leather vest which has been more or less laced onto him, golden gladiator sandals, and a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses covering a single visible eye, the other obscured by his ever-present eyepatch. A wide-brimmed hat with a long feather is perched on his shaved head.
Currently, he's gleefully purchasing some festival treat from a vendor--perhaps it's a chocolate banana or perhaps it's a taiyaki--but then Jarlaxle notices that he's being watched and is all too happy to call out to whoever is watching him, "Would you like one too? I've coin to spare today."
Festival Games Jarlaxle has extremely good reflexes and is not above peeling back his eyepatch momentarily if he thinks having both eyes revealed will help him aim better when participating in carnival games--after all, the magic of it is gone on this plane and he continues to wear it mainly as an affectation.
He's very interested in the shooting gallery, examining the rifle quite thoroughly. "These seem quite unlike Lantanese flintlocks," he observes. "Not only is the barrel far longer, but they do not seem to use smokepowder, for you would otherwise be able to smell it on the gun. How interesting..."
Test of Courage Jarlaxle makes his base in a haunted ruin in Luskan. He is a seasoned adventurer that has encountered demons, liches, and monsters alike. He really doubts he will be afraid of this Test of Courage--but it might be an enjoyable prospect to escort someone else through, he thinks.
"Are you going in?" he says to someone else eyeing the so-called haunted dwelling. "If you wish a companion for the test, I offer myself. I do not doubt that there will be little in there I have not faced before."
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Jarlaxle Baenre | OTA
Jarlaxle... honestly, he looks like he just came from a pride parade. Does he know what a pride parade is? No. Would he be absolutely overjoyed to take part in one. Oh yes.
Really, he's pleased as punch by the heat. It's been a long time since he lived somewhere that the temperature was conducive to the kind of outfits he used to wear back in Menzoberranzan. Observers will see before them a willowy, dark-skinned man well into middle-age, dressed in brightly colored leather hotpants, a sleeveless leather vest which has been more or less laced onto him, golden gladiator sandals, and a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses covering a single visible eye, the other obscured by his ever-present eyepatch. A wide-brimmed hat with a long feather is perched on his shaved head.
Currently, he's gleefully purchasing some festival treat from a vendor--perhaps it's a chocolate banana or perhaps it's a taiyaki--but then Jarlaxle notices that he's being watched and is all too happy to call out to whoever is watching him, "Would you like one too? I've coin to spare today."
Festival Games
Jarlaxle has extremely good reflexes and is not above peeling back his eyepatch momentarily if he thinks having both eyes revealed will help him aim better when participating in carnival games--after all, the magic of it is gone on this plane and he continues to wear it mainly as an affectation.
He's very interested in the shooting gallery, examining the rifle quite thoroughly. "These seem quite unlike Lantanese flintlocks," he observes. "Not only is the barrel far longer, but they do not seem to use smokepowder, for you would otherwise be able to smell it on the gun. How interesting..."
Test of Courage
Jarlaxle makes his base in a haunted ruin in Luskan. He is a seasoned adventurer that has encountered demons, liches, and monsters alike. He really doubts he will be afraid of this Test of Courage--but it might be an enjoyable prospect to escort someone else through, he thinks.
"Are you going in?" he says to someone else eyeing the so-called haunted dwelling. "If you wish a companion for the test, I offer myself. I do not doubt that there will be little in there I have not faced before."
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