Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[rb780nm]

Sound of Stone stands and exits the tavern, following the sea captain.

 

[nerdytenor]

Randall moves over the the spear-wielding human and eyes him up and down. Your spear is a very potent weapon if I am any judge and you seem quite strong yourself. If you can use it well, I will ask you to join me.

Jonathan gives a slight nod of his head. "Very well. I am at your service."

 

[jkason]

Devinihm, wilden druid

Devinihm watches in fascination as Auntie Mab moves about the tavern, plying her particular charms on those she encounters. As she settles in front of Randall, the white-leaved wilden crosses in behind her.

"Auntie Mab knows many things I have never heard of," Devinihm says by way of confirming her mystic credentials. "I was with her to fight the bazzlebaum and its minions." He frowns slightly, thinking, "I do not recall which of the demons was the bazzlebaum. I believe it must have tucked its rabbit ears away where we could not see it."

The wilden shakes his head, dismissing the tangent. "But we are both of us experienced now in hunting, and guarding against those who hunt man."

 

[johnmeier1]

The wilden shakes his head, dismissing the tangent. "But we are both of us experienced now in hunting, and guarding against those who hunt man."

Randall nods and seems nonplussed at the appearance of the wilden. We have yet to lose a man, but it may not be long yet. Perhaps hunting may be in order... perhaps.

OOC: All spots are taken and 3/6 confirmed. I will start the thread soon.

 

[Luinnar]

Into the room steps a burly human with what some might call orc-ish features. He is dressed in boiled leather but carries no arms. One of his eyes is missing, covered by a patch, as well as a hand, replaced by a hook. He scans the tavern and HRMPHs before stating to the room as a whole.

Hear me and hear me well. I am Randall, once called the Vandal, and I am man-at-arms to the Earl of Jehosh. My Earl has come to this *great* city to buy goods for his lands and now wishes to hire escorts for the return home. If you have mettle and need of gold, I would speak with you.

A quest! Draglin says excitidly, running over to Randall.

If I may introduce myself sir, my name is Draglin of Draconia, noble knight to that fair and glorious kingdom! Many adventures have I been on, slaying many a foul beast! Verily I say to you! I would be glad, nay, honored to serve the Earl as his protector! Let me offer you my service my liege! he says with a bow.

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Draconia is a mythical place, meaning it only exists in Draglin's mind
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[CaBaNa]

Kamotz follows after Sound of Stone, mounts Whiggins the dire wolf and awkwardly exits via the tavern door, albeit more graceful than their entrance.

OOC: Thanks again @twilsemail for keeping that tavern patron thread going. Very useful stuff.

 

[dimsdale]

Ooc: sorry max can't roleplay at the present moment, but he'd love to join. Thx J1. Travel day for me. I'll post later tonight.

 

[Darksteed]

*Hunzu quietly nods as the dwarven captain makes his annoucement. He then makes his way out of the tavern.*

 

[dimsdale]

The old woman's stream of babble breaks off abruptly and her ears perk up at the mention of "need of gold." "Excuse me a moment dearie," she says to Max, heading over to talk with the man at arms.

Max listens then blinks twice when the lady leaves. BARKEEP! Another ale...quick. My god, I didn't think she was ever gonna stop!

"Looking for work ssshield thrower? Well I'll drink to that. Although the Lady may have not been impressed..."

Ha ha...the ladies are never impressed with me, and for good reason (the warlord points to his scarred face) Hell...I wouldn't be impressed either. But dammit, I can fight. Max takes a long drink from his ale and the slams it on the table, then looks back at his new found ally. Max is the name. He extends his hand and gives the dragonborn a strong firm handshake. Your reputation proceeds you dragonborn. Weren't you part of a group that retrieve some necro skull. Nice work. Looking forward to working with ya. I never did catch your name.

If you can truly divine the unknown, you would be welcome. For we know not yet what takes the bounty of our local crops in the dead of night. It is this unknown that forces us to hire assistance.

The warlord yells Hey, my new found friend here (pointing to Skaliss) and myself are at your service!

 

[dimsdale]

A young women dressed in a weatherworn cloak with the hood draped over her face enters the tavern with large man, obviously there playing the roll of the protector. As he steps into the tavern he immediately scans the area for threats. Seeing none he whispers into the ear of the woman, who takes a deep breath, exhales slowly, then hurries over to the bartender. After getting his attention, she orders glass of expensive wine and has a short conversation with him. The bartender nods his head and then points to a long empty table with multiple chairs around it. After the women sits at a chair and the bodyguard stands behind her seat positioned in such a way that he can see the entire area, the bartender yells out loud in a booming voice Aye! He pauses until he has everyone’s attention. This lass is looking to hire a group to help her master, the honorable and just Lord Weinfurter, with what she says is a most urgent task. There's a reward if ya complete the task. Ya want to know more? Go talk to her. The bartender points to her, then goes back to the business of serving his patrons. Conversations in the establishment go back to the way they were.

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Recruiting for the adventure: The Mark of Trogdor

This a multi-encounter adventure designed for 5-6 characters ranging from levels 5-7.

If you are interested, come on over to the table and see what the lass has to say.

dimsdale

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