D&D 5E T1: The Village of Hommlet (IC)

[Rubberneck]

About half way through the performance a dwarf walks into the inn and when he hears the tale being told he catches the door from slamming as to not interrupt.

He stands roughly 4 1/2 feet tall and is clad in what appears to be militia garb, the jingle of chainmail can be heard as he approaches the bar. His brown hair and beard well kept, his hair in a ponytail (similar to a samurai's top knot) and his beard in a single braid hanging below his stomach. If it wasn't tied in a loop on his belt it would probably reach his knees. On his side a battleaxe swings freely from his belt.

Once at the bar he slaps down a few coins and turns to watch the show wrap up and a new show start. He addresses the two patrons,

"You two at it again? Ostler has done asked you to leave, I suggest you do so and apologize to the poor lass for interrupting her tale!"

 

[Skarsgard]

Thadeous

Thadeous' solitude is interrupted by the raised voices coming from the direction of the door. He hadn't realise how much he had fallen under the spell of the tale until then. How had he not noticed the dwarf standing in the doorway was beyond him, however, the two brothers fighting was something he had seen before.

He studies both men trying to accertain if this time one of them had gone too far.

[sblock=ooc] He makes an insight roll to see if the two men are simply blowing off steam of if there is something more serious afoot.

1d20+5=21
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[Shayuri]

Kestrel entered the inn and quickly scanned it as she crossed to one of the few empty tables and took a seat. Her contact would most likely not be a shadowy, suspicious figure. He'd be blending in. She herself wore a normal brown wool cloak and though her clothes were a dark charcoal shade of great, she had a blue vest on over her shirt to give a bit of color. Her hair was short and dark and had the scruffy look of having been rather inexpertly cut. And if the sword at her side was a bit unusual for a girl of her age...her small size and facial features made her look a bit younger than she was...it was a smallsword, and not overly noteworthy.

The bard's performance earned her attention for a little while. She mulled over the idea that this might be Turako, hiding in plain sight. An interesting notion, but when she briefly glanced at Kestrel's table, the bard didn't react at all to her attempt to give a recognition sign. So...back to the crowd.

Inwardly she lamented the apparent popularity of this bard. There were quite a few people, and it was making her job harder than it would otherwise be.

 

[JustinCase]

Thain notices the arguing brothers over by the bar, ignoring them after they leave the inn, and focuses on the woman in scale armor who accused the lovely perfomer girl of telling a fictional tale. Putting down his ale, he loudly proclaims to the whole gathering, "Bah! Don't ye know that all tales have a truth of grain in it? I, for one, am enjoying it and so should you all!"

Apparently the dwarf does not notice that his words are somewhat mixed up, being slightly tipsy after several beers.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

OOC: [MENTION=23484]Kobold Stew[/MENTION], [MENTION=6777649]Nergal Pendragon[/MENTION], [MENTION=36150]Herobizkit[/MENTION], [MENTION=12183]sithramir[/MENTION], are you still with us?

The older farmer pushes past Durdan with a rude, "Mind your own affairs, runt." Filliken had always been a rude sort, especially since the death of his wife a year ago. And he'd always been particularly rude to dwarves, a relatively common trait among followers of the Old Faith in Hommlet. The village's dwarven population had steadily increased since construction of the castle began, as Burne and Rufus wanted the best stonecrafters. Followers of the Old Faith, however, had no liking for dwarves, finding their mining practices to be harmful to the natural balance.

Thadeous sees a hint of violence in Filliken's eyes, like he intends to make his point with his fist as soon as the brothers get outside.

Several minutes pass and the tavern gets back to normal.

Kestrel is approached by the skinny, dark-skinned foreigner, who introduces himself in an abrupt, harsh accent, "You seek Turuko? I am he."

Before Kestrel can answer, Elmo, the town drunk, comes barging in through the front doors, his words slurring only a little, "Somebody get a cleric! Percy's been stabbed out by the stables!"

 

[Kobold Stew]

Meadowlark knows better than to get involved when two friends find a reason to fight in a bar: those problems are theirs, and it would be inappropriate to interfere. In fact, all things considered, the night is quieter than most in this place.

However, when Elmo comes in and seeks medical help, she does listen. "Take me to him," she states simply as she walks towards him. "Perhaps I can help."

 

[sithramir]

OOC: I am here but nothing had happened yet requiring action.

Hearing the call for a cleric, Taranis stands and makes his way to the doors. "Hold my spot" he tells a barkeep. Not a religious type, Taranis still had skills that could be applied if needed. Hoping he wouldn't be the only help to arrive, he opens the doors to peak outside just in case. No reason to let someone die tonight, but if it was just a brawl he might not want to get involved. Not knowing how rough a town this might be since he was newly arrived.

 

[Skarsgard]

Thadeous

Cursing himself for not acting, Thadeous stands and races out after the throng of people.

 

[JustinCase]

Thain gets up and grabs his shield from under the table. "Cleric? That's me!"

Leaving his pack and warhammer where they are, the dwarf takes his near-empty tankard in his other hand and hurries through the throng of people. "Cleric coming through! Please make way, cleric coming through!"

Once outside Thain looks around for the location of the victim, taking a last sip from his ale before tossing the tankard on the ground near the inn's entrance.

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Oh, there is a cleric here," Meadowlark realizes. She stands back to let the boisterous dwarf bustle through. She sees him drop his beer stein, and she rolls her eyes to herself. She picks it up, takes it back to the bar and gives it to the bartender to wash, and sits down again.