[Azyra] The Blue Fish Tavern

[rwelle]

The Blue Fish Tavern is a gathering place for all sorts of adventurers. The tavern is known throughout Azyra for the many stories that started here.

Thick stone walls insulate the tavern from the crisp fall weather outside. Many trophies and weapons hang on these walls, and pits and scratches accompany them in giving the tavern its character. Large fireplaces on the left and right walls heat the tavern.

Barmaids wander around, avoiding the pinches of rogues and bards alike, deftly weaving through the many stone tables and chairs that crowd the common area. They bring any type of food an adventurer could desire, along with drinks galore. More than one budding adventurer has lost their hard earned treasure in the depths of these over sized tankards. The barkeep is an old but still muscular dwarf. He stands on a walkway behind the bar, putting him at eye level with all but the tallest patrons. He is constantly puffing on a simple wooden pipe, occasionally scratching at the faded black eye patch over his left eye socket.

The tables are usually full of boisterous and rowdy adventurers but the tavern has been quiet recently. The call for adventurers has gone out. Will you answer it? Notices and pleading letters cover a bulletin board next to the thick doors of the tavern, waiting to be picked up and answered.

[sblock=OOC]If you are interested in playing in the Azyra RPG please PM me first and I'll get you pointed in the right direction. This is a Pathfinder world and the campaign world is of my creation. The Wiki for Azyra can be found here

Have fun and enjoy![/sblock]

 

[rwelle]

Cale son Stormbreaker walks into the tavern, carefully closing the tavern door behind him with his walking staff. He turns and scans the room, rubbing at a short brown beard before heading for an empty table near the bar.

He drops his small pack next to the table and drops himself onto the chair beside it. He has a slim build, hidden slightly by the quilted jacket he wears against the crisp fall weather outside. Cale raises a hand to get the attention of one of the nearby barmaids, smiling at her in thanks as she heads in his direction. He isn’t bad looking for a human but there also isn’t anything about him that really draws you in, though his beard seems to lend him a little bit of mystery. His brilliant blue eyes are noticeable as well, watchful yet friendly.

He speaks quietly with the barmaid, “A bowl of stew please… Beef if you have it. And a saucer of diced raw steak also please.” She frowns rather quizzically at the last request, then asks if he would like anything to drink. Cale considers for a moment before requesting a mug of Eagle Mountain Ale.

 

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After a few minutes, the tavern door opens ever so slightly, and through the opening a halfling bearing an infectious grin pops in. He closes the door, and hops over to the nearest table. Tossing his satchel onto a chair, he climbs on top of it, seating himself at the table at roughly the intended height.

His clothing suggests that he travels frequently, and there are many, many pockets lining his shirt and breeches. His green eyes stand out against his pale skin and the ruddy knot of blonde hair on his head implies that he has gone a while without a good scrubbing. He has a small rapier at his hip, and a shortbow and large leather sack strapped to his backpack. From one of his pockets he draws out three small stones and begins idly juggling them with one hand while beckoning for the barmaid with the other.

[sblock=OOC]To clarify, do I simulate non-vital interactions with NPCs myself, like in the second post with the barmaid?[/sblock]

 

[rwelle]

[sblock=ooc]Interactions with NPC's can be simulated unless the NPC is under a DM's control. I think the bartender should be under DM control, just for fun... Good to have you here![/sblock]

Cale turns to the short halfling, a look of contempt flashing over his face. It quickly disappears and Cale nods coldly. By this point he has drank more than his share of ale, and his slumped posture and slurred voice give evidence of this.

"Titans take *hic* dose thrice-cursed shore people. *hic* Ev'budy snow day only good for housewa--*hic*--wor--work housework..." He mutters to himself, but is loud enough for the quiet tavern to hear.

A small weasel sits on the table nearby and chitters its agreement as its beady eyes glare at the newcomer.

 

[rwelle]

Tor Da' Shieldhome grunts to himself as he watches the young wizard make a fool of himself. Setting the mug he just finished polishing down, he leans on the bar, watching the halfling for a reaction.

He knew the young wizard would be trouble since he had realized he came from Athemi. Damned place was the only country left that claimed to be civilized but still kept halfling slaves. He may be no halfling friend but he wouldn't interfere if the little cousin took things into his own hands.

 

[battlebiscuit]

The halfling, his smile faltering only a moment, waves the barmaid off with a copper and a pinch before sliding down to the floor. The three stones he had been juggling seemingly have disappeared. Unfastening his rapier and leaning it against his chair, he makes his way over to the table and hops up to join the wizard. He says in a disarming manner, "Well, friend, that's certainly a devilishly handsome weasel you've got there! And might I say that your eloquence knows no bounds! Might I buy you another round, to share in these fantastic times?" While buttering up the wizard, Bezim also spares a few glances to size him up and take note of any bulging pouches or pockets.


[sblock=OOC]I made a slight alteration to my character sheet regarding height, the Rinnish variety is what I was shooting for. Also, how are we to initiate secret skill-related activities? Assuming Cale was J-random player that I didn't want to give the heads-up to... is there a way to hide posts/dice rolls except from the forum mod? Not sure of the protocol for addressing the dm directly.[/sblock]

 

[rwelle]

[sblock=ooc]When addressing only a DM or something similar simply mark the sblock to the specific player. Metagaming isn't encouraged so either don't read sblocks that are marked for other players or don't act on the information you find there. Oh, and Cale won't be around for much longer...[/sblock]

Cale pushes back from the table, stumbling as he tries to stand. The weasel seems to be rather inebriated as well, weaving as it makes its way up Cale's arm and into his hood.

"Fantashtic timesh? Why are theshe fanshatic times? Did you shteal my gold?"

Cale checks his pouch, hefting the weight in one hand as he eyes the halfling.

 

[battlebiscuit]

Addressing the human in a suddenly dead-serious tone, "Honestly, I had considered it. However, while you may be a fool and a ripe target, you are nonetheless inebriated. As such, it would be prudent to keep your contempt for halflings to yourself. I won't hold this occurrence against you, but perhaps another time I may not see the levity in your situation." And with that, Bezim's demeanor flashed back into joviality as he bowed graciously to Cale and settled himself back at his own table, tying his rapier back into place.

With a glance to the barmaid, he gave her a wink and summoned her over. "Miss, if you don't mind, I'm craving a bit of warm bread, some sharp cheese, and salted meats. A small beer would compliment that nicely indeed!" Once the food had been retrieved, Bezim proceeded to attack his meal voraciously.

 

[rwelle]

Cale crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at the halfling's back. He turns to complain to the bartender, Tor, but finds only a sturdy crossbow casually placed on the bar.

Tor glares back and makes a shooing motion towards the door. "Best ye be going wizardling before you wear out our patience."

Cale grabs his pack and heads for the door, furious with the way he has been treated. Turning back as he opens the door he faces the halfling, "I won't forget you." His speech is clear, his anger sapping some of the drunkenness from his speech.

Tor grunts with satisfaction, sliding the crossbow back behind the bar. Turning to Bezim he says, "You handled yourself well young cousin. What are you here for?"

 

[battlebiscuit]

Bezim perks up from the last evidence of his food and says to the dwarf, "Oh, well, a bit of this and that. Now-a-days I seem to be doing more going than coming, but I thought I'd stop in and see if anything piques my interest! That board there looks awfully crammed. Is it a community bulletin?" With the last of his meal washed down by the small beer, Bezim finds his way to the board next to the doors and begins rifling through some of the postings.

"You know, I'm something of an entertainer! I bet a fine establishment such as this could do with a good jester for the night, say, in exchange for my meal and a room?"

[sblock=OOC]I read a bit more about the pbp setting, faqs, etiquette, etc. Seems that rather than cluttering the board with rolls that everyone is privy to, you can do all the rolling for us. Which method of resolving rolls did you intend to use?[/sblock]