Tavern - City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn '08

[Dire Tadpole]

Julien Zani (Shaper 1)

A scrawny man in traveling clothes enters the tavern. He pauses to get his bearing, then seeming to recognize the the bartender goes to speak to him. A short discusion ensues, ending with the the bartender gesturing towards a prominent area of the common room. The man walks there then speaks, only half heartly making the attempt to raise his voice above the private converstations of the room.

My Name is Julien Zani, originally of the city and region of Monemvassia. I travel and look for interesting things. I am a fairly skilled craftsman, and I specialize in weapons.

Julien looks around, then returns to the bartender. After another short conversation, the bartender shrugs, and Julien finds a place to sit.

 

[rln]

A well-dressed halfling steps into the inn, soaked from the rain outside. "Hello, all. Bit of a moist evening, isn't it? Ogrin's the name, but I'm sure you all know that from the minstrels, eh?"

His eyes seem to have trouble focusing in the dim light, but soon he quickly spots the red-haired dwarf across the room and heads over.

"Ah, there you are, Razh, my old friend. Some... friends of mine told me you'd returned. How's business? You're telling these impressionable youngsters tall tales again? "

 

[Boddynock]

Hard on the heels of the halfling, a lean human enters the inn. Wiping the rain from his shaven scalp, he makes a formal martial bow to the room and says, Benedicite! I am Eusebius, monk and priest of the Light of Heaven, Hyrag.

He heads over to join his erstwhile comrades.

"Razh, Ogrin - it is good to see you. What has been happening since last we met?"

 

[rln]

Ogrin freezes mid-step and turns around. A forced smile appears on his face "Brother E! I didn't expect to meet you here. Nothing in particular, is what's happening. Just landed the Water Dragon last night, carrying... wine. Yeah. Wine.

Anyway, enough about me. Let's talk about you. Did you get that good-for-nothing hairy paladin to repent?"

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Rasereit grins as his friend enters the tavern. "Ogrin, ye old scoundrel, Ah knew ye'd get sick o' the sea an' come back t'me. What, an' the fightin' priest, too? A great day for reunions, 'tis! Sit down nah, with Viktor an' Nurlan an' me. Ye know Nurlan, aye? An' this 'ere's Nars, and his companion Lady Persephone, fairest lass Ah ever saw." Quite out of character, Rasereit seems to be fawning over the gorgeous woman seated nearby.

"Oi, Julien is it? Come over 'ere and swap some tales wit' us, eh?"

Answering Ogrin and Eusebius, Rasereit says, "Not much excitement here since our last get-t'gether. Jes' been enjoyin' Joe's hospitality." He raises a mug at the generous bartender.

 

[Richard Rawen]

The door opens, blowing in a bit of rain and a human, fighter by the look of him.
The man is large built yet not bursting with muscles, his breastplate, shield and assortment of weapons confirm this one is used to combat. His face however is rather boyish, his eyes adjust to the dim light, yet he walks straight to the 'announcement area'.
"Names' Richard Rawen, Fighter, will be lookin for work ... soon."
From there he walks to the bar, ordering a few ales.

 

[Manzanita]

"Nurlan's not from Monemvassia," Percy tells Viktor. "He did work there for a spell, as he was telling me. But I would not recommend a visit. The government there is totally corrupt. Illegitimate. Their so-called king is actually a murderer. Let's have a drink to the true king, here's to Julian Jara of Monemvasia, wherever he may be."
Persephone raises her tall-stemmed glass and takes a delicate sip. Then tilts her head charmingly at the next entrant.

“Julien Zani of Monemvassia!” The beautiful princess motions the newcomer over. She is dressed in practical travel clothes, though of a light purple color. “Tell us the latest news from my homeland! And are you named after the Prince?”

She also extends her hand to halfling. “Greetings Ogrin. One of my best friends and adventuring companions was Sir Ishmael of the Wooden Sword. He brought nothing but honor to your race. Hello Eusebius. Hello Richard."

"You should all meet Nars Blackbeard here, too.” Percy pulls her dwarven friend close and draws everyone's eyes to him. "He is the best lockpick in Orussus. And a brave and mighty example of his people. And he's cute." Percy plants a kiss on his bald dome.

 

[Boddynock]

Ogrin freezes mid-step and turns around. A forced smile appears on his face "Brother E! I didn't expect to meet you here. Nothing in particular, is what's happening. Just landed the Water Dragon last night, carrying... wine. Yeah. Wine.

Anyway, enough about me. Let's talk about you. Did you get that good-for-nothing hairy paladin to repent?"

Eusebius raises a quizzical eyebrow at Ogrin's response but then answers him sadly.

"Alas, the embattled Torvin still struggles for the salvation of his soul. Or rather, the priests of Hyrag struggle, and his illness rebuffs and confounds their attempts. There is little more that I, poor priest that I am, can offer, so I have come here looking once again for ways to serve the Shining One on the road."

 

[orsal]

Nurlan

My Name is Julien Zani, originally of the city and region of Monemvassia. I travel and look for interesting things. I am a fairly skilled craftsman, and I specialize in weapons.

The tall human in the fine purple cloak turns toward the newcomer as he hears mention of Monemvassia. "Another Monemvassian! Welcome. I am Sir Nurlan, a knight of the realm. Have you ever been to a show at Irene's Ampthitheatre?"

 

[orsal]

"Nurlan's not from Monemvassia," Percy tells Viktor. "He did work there for a spell, as he was telling me. But I would not recommend a visit.

"To be sure, I am not certain I am from anywhere. A minstrel's home is wherever his horse takes him, and my horse is right now tethered in the stables of this establishment. But since acquiring the amphitheatre, I do spend more time there than anywhere else."

The government there is totally corrupt. Illegitimate. Their so-called king is actually a murderer. Let's have a drink to the true king, here's to Julian Jara of Monemvasia, wherever he may be."
Persephone raises her tall-stemmed glass and takes a delicate sip.

Nurlan pauses for a moment; astute observers might notice he feels himself in a dilemma. But only for a moment, before he regains his wits. He raises his own glass, saying, "A toast to the true heirs of Nolan Jara."

“Greetings Ogrin. One of my best friends and adventuring companions was Sir Ishmael of the Wooden Sword. He brought nothing but honor to your race. Hello Eusebius. Hello Richard."

"Ogrin, how good to see you again. I gather that like our friend Rasereit here you have had more exciting tales since we last parted."