LoF - A Merc's Life [IC 01]

[Scott DeWar]

The Human, dressed in leather and carrieing a battle ax asks, "and who would that be?"

OOC

to be bee or not to be bee. that is the question

[Leif]

Originally Posted by Scott DeWar

The Human, dressed in leather and carrieing a battle ax asks, "and who would that be?"

OOC

to be bee or not to be bee. that is the question

"That's not important, really," the Olcán says, giving you the impression that he'd just as soon forget the whole episode, "I was supposed to meet some people here tonight about a new venture....."

OOC

To Luxuriantly sip the nectar of one's beeness and to avoid the stings and arrows of life, that is the pinnacle of insectivora.

[Scott DeWar]

ooc

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[Scotley]

"I thank you for the information and the advice. I shall check in with those fellows after I earn my keep." He takes up a suitable spot and begins to strum softly until he has the attention of some of the patrons. The Minstrel is a tall slender Áilleacht lad just entering adulthood. He wears his pale blond hair cut fairly short. His skin is fair and his eyes a pale blue that is almost gray. Most of his gear is cheap and utilitarian, but his bow and quiver are finely crafted. His well worn leather armor is almost too short for him and he carries an old long sword that is unusually thin owing to the numerous times it has been sharpened on a wheel over the intervening centuries since it was first forged. He also has a tightly coiled whip at his belt and battered backpack full of lumpy items. His lute is well cared for, but obviously older than the lad who plays it and well used. He plays a popular tune first and then launches into a faster louder tune with parts suitable for audiance response. The Minstrel is obviously no stranger to public performance and he works the crowd with ease drawing them into the song. He follows up with a somewhat bawdy tune called 'A mercenary life for me,' that tells the story of the misadventures of a hapless young man who is more a lover than a fighter. As he concludes this one he announces, "I must pause and have a sip if the fine ale they serve here. Whet your whistles and I'll be back in ten minutes to sing you the tale of a winsome lass who's errant skirts makes all the lads stand up straight." He across the and joins the knot of fellows at the table with the dwarf and his collection of mugs.

"A fine looking bunch of Mercenary's you are." With a quick look about to make sure no obvious Wolfhounds are within earshot he adds, "Do I have the honor of performing for the new Bees this evening?" He favors you with an engaging grin as he awaits a response.


OOC: Perform check (1d20+7=20)

[Leif]

Still nervous from the evening's 'near-miss', Houwlou lays a finger across his lips to silence the Áilleacht. "Why, no," says Houwlou as he nods vigorously, "Why do you even ask such a question?"

[Scotley]

The young elf blinks momentarily confused by the mixed signals and then continues, "Um no matter, Could I join you for a mug?" He asks more loudly. "Miserable night out there, I would appreciate a chance to sit here where it is warm and dry for a bit." He looks over the others clearly sizing them up.

[Leif]

"Certainly, Sir Áilleacht, we welcome someone with your talent. I am called Houwlou, though some simply call me 'Guide.' "

[Mowgli]

The halfling looks around quickly as well before speaking. Directing his attention to Aodhán - and clearly referring to the conversation they were having before Harnry came to the table - he says:

"Never mind, it looks like we're all here. I wish I had time to make everyone's acquaintance, but I promised Kelly - that's my Uncle behind the bar there - that I'd finish out my work here for the night before joining up. Oh, sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. Name's Kecil. I'm a pugilist, among other things, and I'll be the fifth member of your squad assuming all of you decide to sign up after tonight.

Well, Uncle Kelly's giving me the stink eye, so I guess I'd better be about my work! See you tomorrow, bright and ugly!"

With that the dapper little man takes his leave and begins winding his way through the crowd again.

[Leif]

"Kecil! A business question before you dash off! Has your uncle rooms to let in this fine establishment, and, if so, how dear is his price, praytell?"

OOC: Houwlou is having second thoughts about getting back out in the rain to go home. He's a bit self-conscious about, well, smelling like a wet wolf.

[Mowgli]

"He does - 2 silver a night, which he'll gladly add to your current tabs. Reckoning due before you leave, whether tonight or in the morning!"

[renau1g]

Originally Posted by Scott DeWar

huh. even a dwarf only needs one mug to drink with. he has 4 other mugs, so maybe he is the mercenary i am to join with

Harnreymakes his way over to the table with the dwarf and 5 mugs.

"greetings master dwarf, might I join you for a mug?"

"That all depends on who ye're with. What brings you here friend" the dwarf asks inquisitively.

At the words of the elvish fellow, Aodhan realizes these must be the people he's here to meet and gestures to the empty spots at the table.

"You wouldn't imagine all the people I had to fight off to keep these seats free. What took you so long?" he asks, then remembering himself, reaches out his mailed gauntlet in greeting, "Name's Aodhán Gawain, loyal servent of she who graces us all with her light in the darkness, Lonrach." he continues, his hand absentmindedly rises to his holy symbold as he speaks.

[Scott DeWar]

"It sounds like i have found the right group then, as i am guessing the hounds are none to kind with information even in normal circaumstances. Wizard Drextin is my name."

[Scotley]

"It is my very great pleasure to meet you all. I am Keeland. I am an archer and well traveled of these lands. I look forward to serving with such a fine bunch of fellows." Glancing at the departing back of the little pugilist Keeland muses, "I do wonder if that halfling's uncle is aware Kecil is planning on joining us tomorrow."

[renau1g]

"Hmmpph. I hope that halfling's better than he looks. I wouldn't expect him to last more than 5 minutes in my family's mine." Aodhán says as he pours the others drinks into the empty glasses

"So you thinking of taking the offer?" the dwarf asks plainly and directly.

[Scotley]

"Hell yes!" The young Áilleacht answers enthusiastically and grins. "I had to play in the rain just to make the two copper needed to get a guide to help me find this place. I'm looking for a chance to have a life of adventure rather than singing about somebody else's adventures."

[Leif]

"Well, guys, I say we get rooms for the night here. We can double up in two rooms and save some silver. But, man alive! It is not fit for man, wolf, nor beast outside tonight! And if you think my 'winning personality' rubs some half-orcs the wrong way now, you should just see me after a night spent slogging through the rain! Oh, by the way, for any of you who didn't catch my name, I'm Houwlou Groulenas, Warrior and Guide, and I'm truly pleased to meet each of you!"

[Scott DeWar]

" I am pleased and honored to meat all of you and yes, I intend on accepting the position. I would prefer my own room as i need to study my spells and meditate at first light," drextin stands, "at this I must bid you all good night" and then he walks to Kelly at the bar and requests a room.

[renau1g]

"Hmmm... a rather odd fellow he is. Maybe he just doesn't care for new people. Well, I must agree with you, How-Loo, am I say that right?" he pauses, hoping not to have mispronounced his new allies name.

Continuing "I think a room is well earned after trudging through the rain to get here. I am glad that you are a singer of songs, good elf, for I'm sure there will be long journey's ahead and any entertainment on the open road is welcome." taking a long draught from his mug, and grabbing the glass he had filled for Drextin, no sense letting a good ale go to waste.

[Leif]

"Yes, friend Aodhán, you have the right of it!" Houwlou says with a wink. "And, while we're on the subject, is it "Ay-yo-dan" or have I committed more butchery?"

[Scotley]

Taking his leave of the Mercs, Keeland returns to his lute and plays the promised song. He follows up with a half a dozen others intended to promote singing on the part of the crowd. Finally, as the hour is getting late he glances at Kelly to see if he has played enough...