Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man
Mewness
First Post
A pot-boy passing close to the table formerly occupied by Lenard starts violently as Tyris is sucked into the strange portal. He drops the tray of dishes and mugs he is carrying with a loud crash and flees shrieking into the kitchen. Someone inside can be heard exhorting him to "just sweep up the magical dust" if it is causing such distress, but the boy's hollering only gets louder.
Tlacamatli looks over at the disturbance as though noticing it for the first time. "It appears this place is not entirely stable," he says thoughtfully. "And it is time to leave. Forgive the rush, but the ship's captain is eager to sail, as the weather is likely to worsen over the course of the week. If you have preparations to make, he will wait for perhaps an hour; just come down to the dock and look for the Jenivere."
To Castile, he says, "These folk will be journeying to my homeland for the Great Games celebrating the marriage of Princess Ihhuicac. You are welcome to come if you wish. There is much honor to be won."
He waves Valentine Dartmoor over and says, "You can, I hope, control your people when in the presence of the nobility. If this is so, I am sure there will be much pleasure in seeing you at the games." He pauses. "There may not be cabin space for you, but your people are individually very small, so some accommodation can certainly be made."
[sblock=language note: Dwarven vs Magari]I'm treating Dwarven and Magari as separate-but-similar languages. I'll assume that speakers of one can't understand much of the other at normal conversation speed, but speakers of the two languages can communicate fairly well when taking their time and helping each other.
Alkas obviously speaks normal Dwarven, but Castile might speak either language (depending on whether her second language was mostly acquired from non-Magari dwarves in Daunton or whether it was mostly acquired from her relatives). Either way it's fine with me, but Dekana should pick one.[/sblock]
Tlacamatli looks over at the disturbance as though noticing it for the first time. "It appears this place is not entirely stable," he says thoughtfully. "And it is time to leave. Forgive the rush, but the ship's captain is eager to sail, as the weather is likely to worsen over the course of the week. If you have preparations to make, he will wait for perhaps an hour; just come down to the dock and look for the Jenivere."
To Castile, he says, "These folk will be journeying to my homeland for the Great Games celebrating the marriage of Princess Ihhuicac. You are welcome to come if you wish. There is much honor to be won."
He waves Valentine Dartmoor over and says, "You can, I hope, control your people when in the presence of the nobility. If this is so, I am sure there will be much pleasure in seeing you at the games." He pauses. "There may not be cabin space for you, but your people are individually very small, so some accommodation can certainly be made."
[sblock=language note: Dwarven vs Magari]I'm treating Dwarven and Magari as separate-but-similar languages. I'll assume that speakers of one can't understand much of the other at normal conversation speed, but speakers of the two languages can communicate fairly well when taking their time and helping each other.
Alkas obviously speaks normal Dwarven, but Castile might speak either language (depending on whether her second language was mostly acquired from non-Magari dwarves in Daunton or whether it was mostly acquired from her relatives). Either way it's fine with me, but Dekana should pick one.[/sblock]
Dekana
Explorer
Still facing Alkas, Castile turns her head to Tlacamatli and beams a smile. "Great games, a royal wedding, and honor to be won? How can I say no to that?" She then turns back to Alkas. "Well then cousin! I'm coming with you, so it looks like we'll be famous together."
[sblock=language]Good point, mewness. Castile will speak Magari since it's the language spoken at home.[/sblock]
Pentius
First Post
Noriaki follows suit and switches back to Allerian. "Yes, it would not do to put this off. Let us see this Jenivere." He stands, smoothing a stray fold in his pants, and walks lightly but purposefully toward the door. When he gets to it, he realizes that he does not know where the docks or the ship are, and turns to wait for Tlacamatli.
CaBaNa
First Post
Loud clattering, metal-on-metal grinding, a few snarls, and a low growl. Then the door bursts in, revealing for a moment, what may-be a two-headed Dire Wolf attempting to enter the Hanged Man. No No, I said squeeze into the door, not press me into the ceiling. the Dire Wolf bucks, and Kamotz head bounces off the door frame again. HUR, Down! Now low crawling, metal plates grinding against wood, the beast finally passes thru the door. Ah... Much better! We'll get it buddy. The shifter scratches behind the ears of the large wolf. I am Kamotz, follower of Death, there is a new dragons head on display down at the Temple if anyone would like a viewing. The shifter delivers the news as if it were a Broadway show opening.
[sblock=OOC]
Anyone is welcome to play aghast bartender here...
Kamotz (Sheet being updated, leveling up to 4, adding treasure from last adventure)
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Anyone is welcome to play aghast bartender here...
Kamotz (Sheet being updated, leveling up to 4, adding treasure from last adventure)
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The door burst open by the force of a powerful kick delivered from a human dressed in scalemail with a shield strapped to his back and a longsword draped over his broad powerful shoulders. The warlord boldly walks over to an empty table. He sits back on a chair and props one of his feet on another. Looking up he shouts. Anyone in here ever killed a Kraken!...I have, along with a group of adventurers that I'd go to war with at anytime! He smiles as if remembering the whole battle play out in his head. Hope to see some of them again.
He then stops a waitress and orders an ale. After receiving it he drinks it down all at once. Ahhhhh...It's been a while since I've had one of those. He motions for another then shouts again. The name is Max and I'm looking for work! I just got back and I'm already bored!
[sblock=Max]
Bravura Warlord (Leader) Level 8 looking for work
CS: http://l4w.wikia.com/wiki/PC:Max_(dimsdale)
Max has some treasure items being sent to him in overnight pony express delivery.
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He then stops a waitress and orders an ale. After receiving it he drinks it down all at once. Ahhhhh...It's been a while since I've had one of those. He motions for another then shouts again. The name is Max and I'm looking for work! I just got back and I'm already bored!
[sblock=Max]
Bravura Warlord (Leader) Level 8 looking for work
CS: http://l4w.wikia.com/wiki/PC:Max_(dimsdale)
Max has some treasure items being sent to him in overnight pony express delivery.
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Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Another dwarf, this one entering silently and gliding across the floor comes in. He is pale, grayish, pierced and tatooed, resembling a shadar-kai more then a dwarf. Huge Mohawk doesn't help the impression. He looks around grimly and announces:
"Rocco Shadowlost, slayer of devils, looking for some more fun! Ah, Max, you're already here. I thought I'd be the first back."
OOC: Dwarf Fighter 6, not yet leveled up
"Rocco Shadowlost, slayer of devils, looking for some more fun! Ah, Max, you're already here. I thought I'd be the first back."
OOC: Dwarf Fighter 6, not yet leveled up
renau1g
First Post
The door opens and a huge shadow is evident in the frame, a blast of winter's air fills the tavern for a moment as the blue-skinned humanoid steps into the Tavern. His long white beard contains snow and frost, despite the temperature outside and a weapon made of pure ice is strapped to his back. The hide of some great bear adorns this giant of a man and tattoos cover his face. He stands nearly eight fall tall and piercing blue eyes glisten with intensity.
The giant straightens himself up and speaks, I am Sigarr, Son of Sigdan, slayer of Ulfdan One-Eye, slayer of the great lindwyrm and Chief of the Varyags . I was told coming here would help me in my quest so I am here." he states, voice booming and tiny condensation clouds emit from his mouth as he speaks, as one would when standing outside on a cold day.
Sigarr moves to the bar, orders a whole chicken and a large mug of mead, moving to try and find a table that can accommodate his large frame. He manages to squeeze into one of the two areas set up for the larger humanoids that frequent the tavern. As he sets the mug down, frost remains on the outside of the container.
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Kinda like this, but he's a half-frost giant, so his skin is blue.
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The giant straightens himself up and speaks, I am Sigarr, Son of Sigdan, slayer of Ulfdan One-Eye, slayer of the great lindwyrm and Chief of the Varyags . I was told coming here would help me in my quest so I am here." he states, voice booming and tiny condensation clouds emit from his mouth as he speaks, as one would when standing outside on a cold day.
Sigarr moves to the bar, orders a whole chicken and a large mug of mead, moving to try and find a table that can accommodate his large frame. He manages to squeeze into one of the two areas set up for the larger humanoids that frequent the tavern. As he sets the mug down, frost remains on the outside of the container.
[sblock=Appearance]
Kinda like this, but he's a half-frost giant, so his skin is blue.
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