Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[CrimsonFlameWielder]

Malakai looks on at the ongoing events. When the elf begins to scream, the hooded figure can't help but let a chuckle escape.

"Oh, but it's been too long since I've heard a scream like that..." he says to himself under his breath.

The magical blast of heat washes over the Tiefling, affecting him not at all, but it does blow a copy of the screamer over toward him. Picking it up, the looks over the article from the Merchants of Bacarte and gives a "Hmmmm... equality regardless of race and temperment, huh? That sounds like a place I need to visit. There's got to be someone there who has the right temperment and knowledge to decipher these writtings of Dein's."

Realizing that he was speaking out loud, the hooded figure slouches a bit in his chair, not wanting to bring too much attention to himself lest someone here recognize him from one the previous towns he had traveled in (and coincidentally burned to the ground...."on accident"...)

Thinking about that, Malakai can't help but chuckle out loud once more.

 

[renau1g]

The door to the tavern hangs open after the robed elf steps in and has his "experience" and through it steps another robed figure. An eladrin enters, a long pipe hanging from his lips, the robes smoky pink and orchid colour and a near matching pink smoke cloud puffs from the pipe.

His faces seems to concentrate for a moment then relaxes. He enters without a sound and sits at an empty table. A barmaid moves to whisper something to him (likely about standard procedure of introductions), but if he hears, the eladrin ignores her.

[sblock=Perception 20]
The elf's eyes are focused on the human, known as Gil [/sblock]

[sblock=Gil]
You hear a whisper in your ear, with your natural Arcana abilities, you know it is a Ghost Sound.

"Hello young man. I have a task that I think you..... well suited for...would you come over to my table?" the voice whispers and you see the newcomer's attention focused on you.

OOC: [MENTION=82643]CaBaNa[/MENTION] - hope I do an adequate job

[/sblock]

[sblock=Image]
Kinda like this, but I presume with a different coloured cloak.

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[Neurotic]

Elfs eyes open and flash again in all colors of the rainbow. They stabilize in blind white as before, but every now and then the colors dance across.

"Wh..." he jumps up (or tries to) then slumps back as he remembers.

His hand goes behind the head over the tattoo that is now also multi-hued.
"Barkeep, strongest drink you have!"
"Please." he adds much quieter

He looks at people around himself
"I apologize for creating such disturbance, it is not my want. Thank you for your help."

He gets up and taps his staff up to the bar. "Any new messages on the board, good man?"

[MENTION=82643]CaBaNa[/MENTION], [MENTION=88601]FourMonos[/MENTION], here you have a potential recruit for IAC...just what he needs, another arcane organization bent on world domination

 

[Mewness]

Papolstaanas wiggles out from under the bench. His gaze flicks over to the newcomer with the pipe, then briefly to Gil, then warily back to Ironheart, before coming to rest on Tristan.

"Ha, have you seen anything like that before?" he asks the elf in a low voice. "I don't know why anyone would stick a rod into a tree like that, do you? Do you think maybe it stuck it into itself?"

[sblock=ooc]Papolstaanas Perception DC 20
11(1d20) +14 = 25[/sblock]

 

[Lord Sessadore]

Tristan eyes the kobold warily for a second, then shakes his head. "I've seen rods in trees many times - look at what these humans have done to make this ... tavern." The distaste at the word tavern is clear, though it's not clear if there's a specific reason or not. "Talking, walking trees I have only seen once, and it is in front of us."
[sblock=OOC]Perception: 1d20+13=24[/sblock]

 

[Mewness]

"Oh," says Papolstaanas. He had thought that elves talked to trees all the time, but apparently not. Perhaps Ironheart was lying about trees having voices? Papolstaanas falls into awkward silence for a moment, because this elf doesn't seem terribly friendly either--what is wrong with people? Although it probably isn't fair to expect adventurers who kill people for a living to be all warm and sociable, is it? No, it really isn't. Still, he, Papolstaanas, certainly makes an effort, and he's an adventurer, and even though he prefers not to think of himself as a killer, exactly, he has been responsible for a ... certain number of deaths, and he hasn't let it turn him into a sourpuss, at least he hopes not. And Kaeysari has killed way more people than him, at least he assumes so, because she was a soldier and fought in wars, and she's perfectly nice to people. He turns and looks up at Kaeysari, suddenly curious to find out how many people she's killed, but shuts his mouth again in the sudden realization that it might not be the nicest question to ask.

[sblock=renau1g]Papolstaanas has been leveled up to 7.[/sblock]

 

[FourMonos]

Surprised by the old elf's quick recovery... well not really surprised, this is the Hanged Man after all... he steps back.

"Good, well, the name is Artemis if you need anything, let me know."

Artemis goes back and joins Lilli and Gil.

 

[Neurotic]

OOC: I thought I was clear in showing weakness in the description By no means recovered fast, but it's hard to convey in PbP unless one waits for two or so weeks

 

[Lord Sessadore]

Tristan watches the kobold's face ripple through a number of thoughts, and even though he can't tell what those thoughts were, apparently the sight amuses him. His face splits in a grin and he lets out a chuckle. "Why don't you say what's on your mind, kobold? You might burst if you keep holding it in," he says softly, smirking all the while.

 

[Mewness]

Somehow, the thought that someone might actually want to know what he is thinking makes Papolstaanas more nervous than ever; don't bad things tend to happen when he opens his big stupid mouth and yaps about anything that--suddenly, he notices that the elf is actually grinning at him, and realizes rather belatedly that he is the butt of a joke. Which is nothing new, actually. "Well, it's never happened before!" he says cheerfully. "Bursting, I mean. That is, bursting from not talking enough. I've had a few accidents that didn't involve--not that you'd call it bursting, necessarily. More like exploding, or--well, that's not really important, is it. Um, what was I talking about?"