New Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man


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"Well, I am interested and it certainly better then being here, doing nothing but gathering dust & rust. HEY, that rhymed!" says the warforged, who looks up and staring at nothing but the ceiling while joyfully continues whispering rhymes of the word "dust" for himself seemingly in daze.
 

"Pleasure to meet you 7 Rabbit. I find myself in a similar situation for I am seeking news of my errant son. We did not end things on the best of terms and he took up a life of adventuring and I fear piracy. Now that I find myself with time on my hands I am wandering the world like him in hopes of one day finding a clue to his fate. I will help out of a kinship for your plight." offers Callen.
 

"I am at your service, 7 Rabbit." Kama'zer says to the dwarf with a nod of her head. Brushing back a braid of her long red hair, the Githyanki woman gestures towards the door while saying "Lead on and I shall follow, as will my companions I believe. As to the origin of our group, it actually goes back to before the fire when we all worked together to help another find and recover his kidnapped sister. So it seems that finding and rescuing family members may be our specialty."

OOC: I'm posting this simultaneously in the Tavern thread and in the new adventure thread so we can transition there.
 

[sblock=ooc]First post, hopefully I don't make too many howlers:-S [/sblock]

After tying her horse to the hitching post out the front of the tavern, Firete steps inside, warily scanning the room as if she was looking for someone. She crosses the room, completely ignoring the men who glance at her as she passes them, ordering a drink from the barkeep and downing it quickly.
"I need to keep on the move, do you know anyone that could help me with that? Any work that will take me some distance from here?"
Her hands move along the harp that she carries on the harp that she carries and several times alight on the sword at her belt, still glancing around the tavern rather nervously.
 

Mri'Thas is suddenly taken by the warforged poetical rhythm. "Very good indeed my friend. I was oblivious of your capacity to perform poetical deeds like that"
With the stoical face that characterizes the gith, the mage nods to 7 Rabbits. "As my comrades say, we'll face whatever comes at the best of our abilities."
 

Fenwick!

The door crashes open rattling the hinges, and a large orc strides forcefully inside. He carries a very large axe slung over his back, and wears armor made of heavy animal skins. He carries a lsmall bundle of tanned, but otherwise untreated hides under his right arm, and wears an engaging smile on his otherwise rather brutal-looking face. "Fenwick now arrived!" he bellows cheerfully. "Anybody enjoy negotiating trade for hides? Available at verrry reasonable prices! Perhaps time for exchange pleasantries first." He stomps over to a table and sits down, heedless of what anyone else at the table is doing.
 

A young man, dressed in scholar's robes over a leather tunic and leggings, meanders into the tavern. Once inside, he realizes where he is; smiles and says A wizard walks into a bar... Isn't this how all the best jokes start?

He cracks himself up, goes to the bar and orders a drink. He addresses the bartender: My name is Yishim. Did someone leave a package here for me?. Yishim glances above the bar, looking for something, and then turns his attention to the goings on in the tavern.
 

After a quick glance at Yishim, Firete decides that she does not know him. "Perhaps it is the same joke where a bard walks in after him and manages to duck the bar the wizard walks into."
 


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