industrygothica
Adventurer
[Upstairs]
The bartender offers Friadoc a fake smile, and an even more fake laugh, and sets a large mug of ale in front of the halfling. "Excitement ye say?" the man says. He stands up on the tips of his toes to lean across the bar and whisper into Fridoc's ear. "I guess that depends on if yer the bettin' type or the fightin' type."
The halfling is thankful when the man lowers himself back down to his normal size' something about him made his skin crawl. "The looks of ye says yer more of a bettin' type. Not much in size, are ye!" The creepy man's laugh is more than genuine this time. "Tell ye what, if Kavros sent ye, then ye've gotta be all right."
The bartender turns around and pulls on a small metal ring hanging on the wall, impossible to notice for anyone that wasn't looking. A few moments later the giant half-orc appears, seemingly out of nowhere and offers his ear for the barkeep to whisper in.
"Listen," the bartender says when he is done speaking to Grunk. "If it's excitement ye want, Grunk'll show ye. But there be a certain amount of secrecy that goes along with it, if ye know what I mean. If ye can keep a secret, then follow Grunk."
As Friadoc looks up at Grunk standing and waiting, the group's attention shifts back to the entry door as it slams open. The broken-nosed elf stands there, staggering, and looks in your direction.
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Soveliss manages to get to his feet and head towards the door. He loses his footing on the way and falls into it, causing the door to slam open violently.
The elf manages to stagger into the tavern despite his blunder and looks around at everyone staring at him. Feeling the need to say something to the offended crowd, he stands as erect as he can and exclaims confidently, "Oops."
Finally his eyes rest on the bar, where sits a halfling and a wirly old man. A large ogre-ish thing stands next to them menacingly.
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[Downstairs]
[Round 1]
13 Rokelsh 0/37 (16+9=hit, 1d3+3=6 damage [non-lethal]; 6+4=miss)
6 Rogash 0/39 (2+7=miss)
Rogash and Rokelsh stand in the cage facing each other. Rokelsh offers his words of apology, and the dwarf barely has time to decipher them before the man's large fist smashes into his face. Rokelsh swings a second time but misses. He can't tell if the dwarf dodged the blow or accidentally staggered out of the way. Rogash swings wildly, completely missing the large human, and Rokelsh is confident it was the latter.
The bartender offers Friadoc a fake smile, and an even more fake laugh, and sets a large mug of ale in front of the halfling. "Excitement ye say?" the man says. He stands up on the tips of his toes to lean across the bar and whisper into Fridoc's ear. "I guess that depends on if yer the bettin' type or the fightin' type."
The halfling is thankful when the man lowers himself back down to his normal size' something about him made his skin crawl. "The looks of ye says yer more of a bettin' type. Not much in size, are ye!" The creepy man's laugh is more than genuine this time. "Tell ye what, if Kavros sent ye, then ye've gotta be all right."
The bartender turns around and pulls on a small metal ring hanging on the wall, impossible to notice for anyone that wasn't looking. A few moments later the giant half-orc appears, seemingly out of nowhere and offers his ear for the barkeep to whisper in.
"Listen," the bartender says when he is done speaking to Grunk. "If it's excitement ye want, Grunk'll show ye. But there be a certain amount of secrecy that goes along with it, if ye know what I mean. If ye can keep a secret, then follow Grunk."
As Friadoc looks up at Grunk standing and waiting, the group's attention shifts back to the entry door as it slams open. The broken-nosed elf stands there, staggering, and looks in your direction.
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Soveliss manages to get to his feet and head towards the door. He loses his footing on the way and falls into it, causing the door to slam open violently.
The elf manages to stagger into the tavern despite his blunder and looks around at everyone staring at him. Feeling the need to say something to the offended crowd, he stands as erect as he can and exclaims confidently, "Oops."
Finally his eyes rest on the bar, where sits a halfling and a wirly old man. A large ogre-ish thing stands next to them menacingly.
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[Downstairs]
[Round 1]
13 Rokelsh 0/37 (16+9=hit, 1d3+3=6 damage [non-lethal]; 6+4=miss)
6 Rogash 0/39 (2+7=miss)
Rogash and Rokelsh stand in the cage facing each other. Rokelsh offers his words of apology, and the dwarf barely has time to decipher them before the man's large fist smashes into his face. Rokelsh swings a second time but misses. He can't tell if the dwarf dodged the blow or accidentally staggered out of the way. Rogash swings wildly, completely missing the large human, and Rokelsh is confident it was the latter.
