It's bad enough that these meat-beings around Catein break down into disgusting, putrescent breeding grounds for vermin when they fail to maintain themselves properly and cease operation...
That was... so very alien. Most Warforged players try for this sort of lines but that was the best I have read yet!
A disheveled dwarven head newly adorned with a silver circlet that sat askew poked through the door of the tavern. Strange eyes roll back and forth in their sockets surveying the evenings crowd before locking on a certain halfling.
Eehehehe...there he is...there he is...just like She said...
Magnus scrutinized the doorway warily for a long moment then satisfied stepped into the building. Cackling and mumbling to himself he stumped across the room toward the halfling, jingling as the keys that adorned his belt and staff clanked softly together.
ukingsken
I didn't expect you'd be all set to go so soon.
__________________ Oni
"Each man, one way.
Each horse, one stance.
Each church, one buddha.
Each master to his own technique."
"Well, Ms. Jacobson, it's a pleasure to have you along. " HYurian glances out the window and notices the time. In the excitement, he had lost track of it, and needs to get moving. He stands and nods to those around him. "Now, if you'll excuse me I need to pick up the means of our travel to the Isle tomorrow morning. Catein, Mr. Kent, Ms. Jacobson, it's been a pleasure and I'll meet you an hour after dawn, behind this establishment."
He stands and walks to the bartender, quickly explaining the sign and his task and promising to be back later if anyone else shows interest in the job, and leaves the tavern to procure the needed ritual.
Spoiler:
Enemy Among Us thread is now up. We still have spots open, but I'm moving the recruiting out of the tavern to make way for 7-Rabbit's party-building. If you want to join, post OOC at the thread and we'll work on getting you in. Thanks!
"Jabso-ooooh." She started to correct the man but was distracted by the pile of coin he left on the table for her. She quickly opened her pouch, stuck out her hip and slid the shiny droplets in safely.
She then looked back at the blood spattered man and the giant mass of chains she would be journeying with. Well at least they look tough, but I have a feeling I'm going to have to think quick on my feet. . . . I should buy paper!
So Bell lifted her hood once again, smiled at the room, waved, and headed out to take care of some business.
"Well, folks," says Hacker Brass, "Ole' Hacker is hungry, and he don't never pay for his meals, but he's always willing to sing for his supper."
He unstraps his banjo and gives it a tap. The instrument transforms into a six string guitar.
"This here is a little song I wrote after I lost the best job of my life, the sweetest woman I ever loved left me, and I was stripped of my hard-earned divinity."
He begins to strum the guitar and sings in a deep, mournful voice...
The bars are all closed,
It's four in the morning.
I must have shut 'em all down
By the shape that I'm in.
I lay my head on the reins.
That ole mule begins brayin'.
The whole neighborhood knows
That Hacker's home drunk again.
And if drinking don't kill me
Her memory will.
I can't hold out much longer
The way that I feel.
With the blood from my body
I could start my own still,
And if drinking don't kill me
Her memory will.
These wild old bones, they move slow,
But so sure of their footsteps,
As I trip on the floor
And lightly touch down.
Gods, it's been ten bottles
Since I tried to forget her,
But the memory still lingers
Lying here on the ground.
And if drinking don't kill me
Her memory will.
I can't hold out much longer
The way that I feel.
With the blood from my body
I could start my own still,
And if drinking don't kill me
Dayna's memory will.
Hacker strums the guitar for a final time. A lone tear winds its way through the scars mapping the gnome's face and drips off his chin.
"Aw, Dayna baby, your Hacker still misses you."
The Song
"If Drinking Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will)" by George Strait
A disheveled dwarven head newly adorned with a silver circlet that sat askew poked through the door of the tavern. Strange eyes roll back and forth in their sockets surveying the evenings crowd before locking on a certain halfling.
Eehehehe...there he is...there he is...just like She said...
Magnus scrutinized the doorway warily for a long moment then satisfied stepped into the building. Cackling and mumbling to himself he stumped across the room toward the halfling, jingling as the keys that adorned his belt and staff clanked softly together.
ukingsken
I didn't expect you'd be all set to go so soon.
OOC
I didn't eithe rbut it wa smostly done, I figured I'd start the ball rolling as we may have to recruit a few more.
Looking at you with a now familiar expression somewhere between annoyance and boredom the halfling clerk speaks once more.
It Iz not vith joy zat I am speaking vith you again. I vill not zay zis more zhen vonce however, vhere are ze rest of ze...layaboutz High Priest Belingras hired? I see only ze smelly one and ze mad one.
"Well, folks," says Hacker Brass, "Ole' Hacker is hungry, and he don't never pay for his meals, but he's always willing to sing for his supper."
He unstraps his banjo and gives it a tap. The instrument transforms into a six string guitar.
"This here is a little song I wrote after I lost the best job of my life, the sweetest woman I ever loved left me, and I was stripped of my hard-earned divinity."
That's my cue, Veruzak strides as fast as his legs can carry him, busting out the door just as the first note hits the air.
Barking can be heard just outside the tavern door, loud yips occasionally accompanying the sound, when the door to the tavern opens again in steps a shifter.
Ashen robes rest overtop of corpse smelling scale-mail, the raucous sound, apparently laughter from the expression on the beastly looking face. Kamotz reporting for duty. smiles the wolfish cleric. Loud clinking and jangling is heard as he walks, the result of the dangling triple-headed flail at his waist, and the scale plinking off each other.
A half-elf dressed in green and blue follows the shifter into the tavern, stifling laughter behind his hand. "Yes, we're here," he says to the halfling. "What have you found out?"
"Oh Hacker, you're such a romantic!" Kathalia swoons. "Come on, let's find something to eat. I found a nice patch of Particula Conflorians by the side of the road...." Kathalia drones on about various species of mushrooms as she moves to lead Hacker out of the inn.
A large dragonborn with the greater part of its snout entangled in the chain of its own flail follows behind the shifter and the half-elf. His armor is covered in road dust and there appear to be a few fresh dings in the top of his shield.
"sumun helb me wid dis," he manages to mumble out the side of his mouth as he tries to disentangle the end of the flail from its own chain...
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Vrrsk't
Vrrsk't - Dragonborn Paladin 2
Initiative +2 Passive perception 13 Passive Insight 13
AC 22 For 16 Ref 15 Will 14
HP 35/35 Bloodied 17 Surge value 10 Surges: 11/12
Speed:5 | AP: 0 | 2nd Wind: unused
Basic Melee: Flail +7 (1d10+4)
Powers:
Holy Strike Bolstering Strike Lay on Hands x1 Radiant Smite
Sun Strike
Channel Divinity
Dragon Breath Paladin's Judgment (used)
Martyr's Blessing
Catein
Catein- Warforged Invoker 1
Initiative +0 Passive perception 14 Passive Insight 19
AC 16 For 14 Ref 11 Will 16
HP 26/27 Bloodied 13 Surge value 6 Surges: 7/9
Speed:5 | AP: 1 | 2nd Wind: unused
Basic Melee: Spiked Gauntlet +4, 1d6+2
Powers: Avenging Light Grasping Shards Thunder of Judgment
Channel Divinity
Warforged Resolve Binding Invocation of Chains (used)
"Oh Hacker, you're such a romantic!" Kathalia swoons. "Come on, let's find something to eat. I found a nice patch of Particula Conflorians by the side of the road...." Kathalia drones on about various species of mushrooms as she moves to lead Hacker out of the inn.
Hacker winces, then gives the idea consideration.
"Them gawds-***** shitaki mushrooms you foisted on me last were pretty ***** tasty, as were the ***** truffles, so lead on little lady, but I'm tellin' ya, this time there best be some ***** meat in the pot, too!"
Hacker holds open the door for Kathalia, permitting her to lead him away.
Idea...
Go to Closed Eye. I figured how to get us there, in character...
A large dragonborn with the greater part of its snout entangled in the chain of its own flail follows behind the shifter and the half-elf. His armor is covered in road dust and there appear to be a few fresh dings in the top of his shield.
"sumun helb me wid dis," he manages to mumble out the side of his mouth as he tries to disentangle the end of the flail from its own chain...
Kamotz moves to his friend, and begins rolling the chain to get some room, How did you a low growl escapes as he continues attempting to get the head of the flail through the small hole... Nope, it's no good, if only Vixo were here with his small fingers...
Kamotz moves to his friend, and begins rolling the chain to get some room, How did you a low growl escapes as he continues attempting to get the head of the flail through the small hole... Nope, it's no good, if only Vixo were here with his small fingers...
Grakk, trying hard not to laugh, reaches forward "Kamotz, let me give it a try." He grabs the flail and works with it without success. Anger starts to fill his veins as one can see he is clearly frustrated. "Why can't I get this!" Grakk shouts. He begins to yank, each time lifting the dragonborn a little higher off the ground each time. "Aggghhhhhh@!!!" Grakk shouts as anger turns into rage. He rears back one more time to yank with all of his might when he's grabbed from behind by more than one person. "Grakk, there has got to be a better way." Grakk releases the flail, and steps back. "Sorry Vrrsk't...I ...I lost control." To everyone's amazement, the flail drops to the ground.
Kamotz tries to hold it in, each giant tug, followed by shouting, is almost a guaranteed burst of laughter from the longtooth shifter! Until finally he loses it when the flail hits the ground, a burst of hyena like yipping and long O sounds explodes from the belly of Kamotz.
*Smack* *Slurp* Kamtoz realizes he hasn't eaten in a while, and pompous halfling was looking really good. Due to his lack of knowledge on Vixo's situation the shifter decided the topic wasn't his to discuss, and moved to the bar for an order. Good meat, rare. Looking up, the shifter notices a sign above the bar, The Institute for Arcane Ciphers, what does that mean? the bartender leans over, and says, "I don't know much more than this, it's a social club, for arcanists of varying talent. Kamotz head tilts to the side, I meant what does Cipher mean? And now, what is an arcanist? "Apparently your not it..." is all the bartender replies, then Your steak will be out in a moment. Kamotz keeps an eye on the halfling, he didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to serve Death again.
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