Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[Luinnar]

Insanity, sounds like my grandson the old lady mumbles.

Nevermind dear! We'll kill anything that gets in your way so you can gather your herbs and spices and artifacts or whatever you need to heal your tribe! Illness is never fun, unless you are chucking cow corpses at a besieged castle with a catapult! she says laughing.

You can count on me and this big girl here, never did catch her name... Anywho sounds like a plan! I may look old, which I am, but I still have spirit left in me!

 

[CaBaNa]

Crawling carefully, one paw in front of the other, a dire wolf enters the Hanged Man without so much as brushing the doors. There we are. soothes the shifter riding atop the beast. The dire-wolf is clad in shinning plate armor, and so is the shifter riding it, Kamotz and Whiggins, representing the Temple of Lauto Daunton. the smell of death that had been forming in the tavern escalates to an overpowering level as the cleric enters the place. Those near the pair can smell old death, as if they slept in a crypt and then rolled in zombie.

Who owns that? Kamotz indicates the pile of ash in the floor, We received reports of undead wandering the street, the wolf-like priest snuffled loudly, smells like that was the undead thing. keen eyes scan the room, looking at each patron for a few moments before moving on. Giving a too-toothy smile, Kamotz shakes his head, and a large cloud of bone dust puffs from his fur. Mind if we roll in that ash a bit? Smells fresh.

OOC: Kamotz Level 5 Hybrid Cleric|Paladin of Death, recently ordained in Lauto's Temple. Sheet needs an update, still reads as level 4.

 

[treex]

"Stop that! Ehem ...no, not you. Though if your existence pains you, we are willing to end your suffering with the sharp blow of mercy. Where were we ...?"

The Cursed One sips at his drink and continues.

"So, Monster, if that is what you call yourself, we have no quarrel with you. Our face is equally ... well not equally ... as disfigured as your own. We were merely wondering, obviously none too discretely ...that wass your fault! ... err, no not YOUR fault ... our fault... at the type of tavern we had wandered into. I hesitated when we saw the name, but we insisted upon entering. The Hanged Man indeed. It will be a wonder of the Star if we make it from this place with heart still beating in chest. But we have none to blame but ourselves. The sign was painted clearly. We are perhaps surprised to bear witness to the calm in the presence of sudden death and the dark hand that brings it. We have been trained to react ..." he nods slightly towards the shade assassin.

The sound of sword, and a big one at that, scraping from sheathe screeches to a halt as the Cursed One suddenly twists around to stop it and push it back into place. Between teeth gritted into a circumstancial smile he hisses: "Do you so quickly wish to die?! Stop it or we are going home!"

The Cursed One looks back to the emotionless face of the hideous construct and sighs.
"We badger your ears, well, not your ears suppose, with lost words. Sit, Monster" he says as he kicks back a chair, "we doubt your luck could get any worse in doing so."

"Me can hear. Me don't know how too. But me can hear."

Kruor slumps into the chair, dropping his weight onto it rather violently. A look of surprise can be seen from his eyes, which flashed yellow when he heard the crackling of wood from under his body.

"Oh..oh no...me no know wood so...weak..." the machine stuttered as he struggled to express himself. He looks down at the floor. "Me be careful next time, Kruor, me be careful."

"Uh...me Kruor. Vampire family raise me and brothers like son. So me and brothers, we kill for vampire family. Me no choice. But later, vampire family give power. And choice. Kruor choose to run."

The robot tilts it head back up, it's eyes now faded to grey. "Me kill out of need. If Kruor no hunt, Kruor fade away. Kruor scared me fade away, but when Kruor hunt, Kruor scared too. Me want peace not in death, me want peace in...new body."

"You say 'we' many time...but Kruor feels only your blood here. Who your 'we'?" Kruor's head turns a full circle, then turns back. It is apparent that he is looking around the bar.

Either out of courtesy or mandatory duty, a nearby waitress asks the vampire robot if he would like a drink.

"You got blood? Kruor only drink blood..." he said, without tact.
"Uhhhm, no, s-s-sir. I d-d-on't believe we do." the waitress stumbled over her words.
"Then me have what he have." Kruor points at The Cursed One, his eyes flashing blue. He rests his arm on the table, but his needle-tipped fingers sink into the wood like lard. "Oopsiiiieeeee...."

 

[Darksteed]

*Hunzu enters into the tavern. Hunzu is a very well groomed and well dressed teal colored Shardmind. He wears a fine black tuxedo, along with a black top hat. Upon his back his carriers a Talenta Sharresh. He carries himself with confident. He pauses a moment as he enters the tavern looking around the room. His eyes no more then sockets that radiate glowing energy. After a long moment, he moves off to the tavern's bar and takes a seat upon one of the many stools available.*

OOC: Hunzu Seisoku-Kurisutaru, Level 3 Enchanter (Mage). Ready and waiting for more action.

 

[JRYoung]

The dust settles and the Tavern returns to normal. Skalisss takes a seat with his companions celebrating their victory, especially Rocco who has passed his challenge.

"There are other orbsss to find" Skalisss notes to the others.

OOC: Skalisss has been updated to level 10 and is ready to go.

 

[dimsdale]

The dust settles and the Tavern returns to normal. Skalisss takes a seat with his companions celebrating their victory, especially Rocco who has passed his challenge.

"There are other orbsss to find" Skalisss notes to the others.

OOC: Skalisss has been updated to level 10 and is ready to go.

Hmm...oh...yes Skalisss...yes...There are three more. As I said to the others while you were away, I despatched another group of hearty adventurers to locate one of them. Another one I believe is located here. The cleric points his index finger down on a map of Daunton, specifically at the location of the cemetery. Before I go into specific about that, I have a question for you brave shield bearer. The cleric's eyes fixate on the warlord. I've uncovered more information about the shield. Testimonies from past shield bearers state that each time an orb is attached to the shield, the shield grants the bearer an additional power. You probably haven't noticed this since you haven't been using it, preferring to use the one that has kept you alive countless times in battle <pointing to the well seasoned shield that Halleck had been using> I suggest you use it from now on. Go ahead and equip it and see if you feel the power of the shield.

ooc: Do you equip the shield Halleck?

 

[jbear]

"Your childhood sounds as charming as mine. So, Kruor, a fine name, though Monster is easier on the tongue and the ear, how do you plan to change body?

We? Who? Oh that ... nevermind."

The Cursed One sips on his drinking letting the topic die, snorting it up into his nostrils which sends him into a coughing fit when the creature destroying the furniture mentions he only drinks blood.

 

[treex]

"Uh...you can call me Corey. Me think Kruor is hard to say too. The kuh and the rrrrrr are too close."

The waitress brings a drink similar to The Cursed Ones. She lays it down on the table and promptly waits for Kruor to pay. After several moments of staring at each other, it's apparent that Kruor doesn't get it.

"Uh...sir. The coin for your drink?"
"Me no coin." he said bluntly. He fingers still stuck in the wood, he decides to use his other arm to retrieve his drink.

As his right arm unveils itself from the under his cloak, a huge syringe can be seen attached to his arm. Unbeknownst to Kruor, the needle tip very nearly gouges the waitress' eyes out as he tips his drink to his mouth.

The waitress keels over and slumps to the ground. Kruor quickly puts the drink back down on the table.

"Oh no! The missy fell over. Somebody help her. She might have boo-boo!"

As Kruor reaches out to help her, he sinks his left arm's fingers into her chest. All of a sudden, the machine stops moving, completely immobile.

"NO! MUST NOT DRINK! MUST NOT! MUST NOT!"

His eyes start glowing red and he jerks his arm back, which he then found out was a horrible mistake. Blood and bits of flayed skin arced through the air and the waitress awakens, shrieking in pain.

"OH NO! WHAT KRUOR DO! ME SORRY! ME SORRY!"

The waitress screeches at Kruor for awhile before pushing past him and dashing for the door, screaming and shouting the whole way. After the shrieks died down into the distance, all that was left was a trail of blood towards a gaping door.

Kruors crimson eyes faded to grey. The rain still patters outside. Kruor turns to The Cursed One, his head tilted down in sadness.

"You can have drink now. Me no want it."

[sblock=Don't read if squeamish]I was actually going to have Kruor rip out one of her breasts clean. At first I thought that Kruor apologizing while holding onto a ripped off boob was rather comical. But then I had to think about...I dunno younger audiences? Graphic writing? Sexual? (It is a booby) And when all that was over, he was gonna drop the boob on a ground with a squirmy squelch/squish before popping the last sentence.
Please don't think me a sick f*ck.[/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

The dirt mound crumbles into Earth's shape, that with a heavy stomp rises to his height. Mortar and dirt falling from his body, the warforged slowly walks over to the other forged, the twisted one, bent by the undead to do their biding. He had been watching him. Learning. Assessing if he was a threat to nature that was to be disposed, returned to the core, or a victim of circumstances. For what he heard, and almost knowing the creature was not lying, Earth had reached a conclusion. The hulking golem approaches Kruor and places a heavy rocky hand on his shoulder. Pieces of loose dirt fall from it on the table.
The voice comes from inside the earthen construct, as booming as a rockslide. Only Kruor can hear it, echoing in his mind. "You are dangerous for the ones around you. You are a void of life. You need to learn, or leave the living. I can teach you." in a flash of memory, Earth transmits his memories to Kruor, his past life as Battleram, his destruction and rebirth. All that was stored in Earth memory core is shared with the vampiric warforged. Earth hopes that it would enlighten him, it would help him became a force for the balance, and not to succumb to the undead side of him. After that, Earth lifts his hand, and lumbers towards the lizardfolk priestess.
"The unnatural plagues bring unbalance to the land, such violation of nature must be cleansed. I'm the instrument of Nature, and will bring life to your people, and oblivion to the defilers."

 

[treex]

[sblock=OOC]Yay~ It seems that Kruor is a decent success! On another note: I don't intend for Kruor to be Warforged. Mechanically he would be identical, but I would prefer if people do not call him that. Fluff-wise, I can make it work. Lastly, he was built by the vampires, not twisted. But it's all good.
*refrains from roleplaying to let other's respond*[/sblock]