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City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X
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hero4hire
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Lot said:
Kol simply made a low throaty growl. Remembering the half-orc's betrayal, and the general grief he gave the party, and Kol in particular was putting him in a foul mood.
"Let us speak no more of the Cur and drink to our success and that we are rid of his company." He slammed his mug loudly on the bar. "Another Friend Joe! And another after that! Past betrayals have left a foul taste in the back of my throat."
Boddynock
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"Ah, two days ago I would have said poorly, for few have set foot through the door, and those few only to buy the simplest of my wares. But yesterday Richard and I made a sword, a fine sword, and my spirits have lifted with the making of it."Drerek said:
"Truly, it's a thing of beauty. It's as light in his hand as a lover's touch, and cuts as deep as envy!"
The dwarf clears his throat, aware that he may have waxed a tad too lyrical with those who were not of the forge. Then he shrugs. Let those who understand it hear the joy of the maker!
Richard Rawen
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Boddynock said:
Richard is coming down the stairs as Tarag waxes poetic about the sword he so looks forward to holding again. The young human gets a wistful look on his face as he descends the last stairs and takes once again his seat among his friends.
Speaking up, loudly over the murmur of other conversations, Richard looks seriously about the room. "Those that doubt the good smith's words should look upon the blade yourselves, mind ye it is mine as soon as I've the coin, but still ya can look." A smile is upon the fighters face and he speaks, not quite as loud this time, more directly to Tarag. "After that bit, we'll have to see about some proper armor!" He looks down upon his breastplate. The big man looks comfortable enough in it, moreso than many would be in the plate and chain armor, yet the marks of battle are plain to see upon it's surfaces, despite the dull gleam from recent cleaning and repairs.
TwistedMindInc
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Ever so carefully the rogue slips a hand within her cloak, predatory gaze washing over Elthic as he not only approaches but takes a seat. Thumb pad traces the hilt of the bejewlled dagger she just acquired on her last expedition. The conversation had sailed into hostile waters, clearing her throat Payne offered up her voice. ``Is there a reason for your interest in our rival..or more importantly us?`` Pencil thinned brow rose as she mistrustingly sized the male up.
Trouvere
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Taelythenihel, who has been silent, excuses herself from her table. "Follow me, Ossa," she says, and the two return to her private room upstairs.
A short time later, the tavern door opens, and a man of middling height enters. "It is I, Keldar Warbray," he proclaims, "fresh from a visit to the troubled town of Grenton."
A short time later, the tavern door opens, and a man of middling height enters. "It is I, Keldar Warbray," he proclaims, "fresh from a visit to the troubled town of Grenton."
InVinoVeritas
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Into the tavern slips a slight figure, clad in a white tunic and breeches, stained with dust. His face is elven, dark, deeply tanned, and a single long dark-brown braid streams behind him, ending in a brass bauble.
He grabs a seat at the bar. He stops, turns, and addresses, "Quozen Ilphukiir, Monastic Order of the Nightingale. I am far from home. Beer?"
He grabs a seat at the bar. He stops, turns, and addresses, "Quozen Ilphukiir, Monastic Order of the Nightingale. I am far from home. Beer?"
Boddynock
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Tarag looks up from his ale at the new arrivals. He picks up the tankard, walks over to the bar, and says, "Greetings to you! Welcome to the Red Dragon Inn, where it seems that time is measured only in terms of jacks of ale and new arrivals to swell the already full ranks of unemployed adventurers."
Here he pauses to wave his hands at the assembled throng before turning back and continuing, "These folks are sick of hearing me say it, but my name is Tarag. I'm a cleric of Chennet', and the Smith of Tarag's Forge. If you're looking for healing of your wounds or a new weapon or armour, I'm your dwarf! If you need someone to attest to the quality of my work, ask Richard over there." He nods to the young fighter sitting with his friends.
Then, addressing himself to Keldar he asks, "So, friend, what's happening in Grenton that you name the place as troubled?"
Here he pauses to wave his hands at the assembled throng before turning back and continuing, "These folks are sick of hearing me say it, but my name is Tarag. I'm a cleric of Chennet', and the Smith of Tarag's Forge. If you're looking for healing of your wounds or a new weapon or armour, I'm your dwarf! If you need someone to attest to the quality of my work, ask Richard over there." He nods to the young fighter sitting with his friends.
Then, addressing himself to Keldar he asks, "So, friend, what's happening in Grenton that you name the place as troubled?"
Trouvere
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"Ah, yes," says Keldar, "Richard and I are old friends. Well, we met once before. Tarag, two of my companions will be here shortly - they are just settling a third into her lodgings and saying farewell - and we should all talk when they arrive. We have need of a priest and healer, when we return to Grenton." Suddenly, he waves one of his hands back and forth in front of Tarag's face. "Not blind, then," he says. "That's a relief. You're not hard of hearing, or prone to fits of fainting, or compelled to shout curses at irregular intervals, or anything?"
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