airwalkrr's Rise of the Runelords (IC)

[Scotley]

Vandalin is a bit more circumspect in his enjoyment of the boorish mercenary's treatment, but enjoy it he does. He strides along over the two days his eyes always turned outward looking for trouble, but also interesting monuments. As the approach the town and the festival his excitement naturally grows.

"I second you motion Vhir, lets go cut the road dust with a toast and see what this town has to offer. I take it this dragontoped establishment is to be our base of operations? Let's see the quality of their cellars and larder."

 

[airwalkrr]

Duko takes Passang aside to speak privately with him for a moment.

[sblock=airwalkrr]"So, there aren't many of us in this town, are there? How is our kind treated here? And, is there anywhere in town where half-orcs tend to hang out? Thanks."[/sblock]

[sblock=kinem]"You are correct. There are not many of orc blood in Sandpoint, but I have found they treat us warmly enough. I occasionally get an odd stare, but I do not live here. I only travel here when Mr. Foxglove requires. Usually, I only pass through for a night. The inns and taverns here seem to respect all races well enough. Do not worry, my friend. I doubt you will have any difficulty with these people. They are humble and gracious folk." Passang is genial in tone and intelligent in his response. Duko senses that he likely has more human than orc in him. His skin is much paler and less green than Duko's. It actually has more of a dark shade than green. He could almost certainly pass for human were it not for the tusks that protrude from his jaw.[/sblock]



As Talashia heads off, the rest of you proceed inside the Rusty Dragon to rest for a bit and perhaps have a bite for lunch. The tavern is welcoming and warm. A fire burns in the hearth, helping to take a chill off the constant breeze coming in from the harbor. Ale and mead flow freely here at very competitive prices, better than those you saw on the road at the Rushing Boar. You note many of the two dozen or so guards who were posted around the caravan are already spending the lion's share of their money here on food, spirits, and wenches. A kindly wench greets you as soon as you find a spare table. She has red hair, a freckled face, and an ample, freckled bosom. "Well met, travelers! My name's Felsi. What can I do for ye this fine day? Ale and bread all around? A bit of cheese perhaps? I've got a lovely spiced mutton stew brewin' that will be fit to eat very soon! Comin' in with the caravan are ye? So many new faces comin' in to town fer the festival. Lots of folks comin' in soon I expect. Seems like mostly the guards right now. But I bet the teamsters and porters will be fillin' this place up in no time, so now's the best time to eat!"

 

[rangerjohn]

Deivon smiles at Felsi "All the above and room for later." He says with a wink. "Here a silver for your trouble."

 

[airwalkrr]

"Thank ye, mister. Desna's blessings upon ye. I'll be back with the ale, bread, and cheese quick as you will," the wench says with a smile, pocketing the silver.

You notice a bawdy sell-sword pinch her ass as he walks by on the way to the kitchen, but unlike the meek Danya, Felsi slaps one of them upside the head as she walks by, flatly knocking him to the floor. His fellows laugh heartily at the wench's strong arm, calling him a weakling and a fool. The dullard stumbles back into his chair. He will no doubt be careful to take heed of what secrets may lie in his next drink. "I'm no whore!" Felsi proclaims proudly. "You'd do well to remember that," she scolds. Felsi then proceeds to the kitchen to get your potations.



A few moments later, a furious looking woman of dark hair, yellow skin, and curious heritage (a touch of Tien blood at the least) storms out of the kitchen and grabs the offending sell-sword by the cuff of his shirt, barely breaking her stride as she drags him to the door. The lout is too stunned to react, and the woman tosses him outside almost effortlessly. She smiles coldly at him, "You're no longer welcome at the Rusty Dragon, you swine. No one bothers my girls while supping at my tables. Now get out, before I call the guard on you! And if I see you again, I won't leave you with teeth to chew your food."

As the sell-sword cravenly hobbles away, the woman turns to the rest of her patrons as she dusts off her hands. The sell-sword's jerkin was dusty from travel. "I apologize for the commotion. Let's try to play nice, now. There's plenty of food and drink for all, at very reasonable prices," she notes with a wink, "but I don't suffer foolishness or louts at my tavern. Any of you get any ideas about touching my girls without their consent and I may just rip your manhood off. Savvy?"

Her words are met with solemn nods and a few abashed stares downward. A few of the men even clap in approval. "Alright now, let's all buck up and get back to feasting! The Swallowtail Festival is coming soon. I promise there will be ale and bread for all! Many celebrations are in order!"

She snaps her fingers and a wench brings her a cup of something from behind the bar. "Now," she begins, "let us toast to the re-opening of the Sandpoint Cathedral and our grand patron, Desna, Song of the Spheres. Let each dream be a bright star in the night sky of your mind, and let it light your path in the day." Her prayer is met with a general cheer from the crowd and followed with a drink to Desna.

[sblock=Diplomacy (gather information) DC 10 or Knowledge (local) DC 8]This woman is Ameiko Kaijitsu, owner of the Rusty Dragon.[/sblock]

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

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Marcas strolls along with the others as the caravan enters Sandpoint and everyone disbands to their respective destinations. He pockets the gold piece so generously tossed out by the caravan master, and quietly joins the other members of 'the Sandpoint Six,' as he's come to think of their little group. A fine group of companions with whom to enjoy the festival!

As they enter the Dragon and are greeted by the spectacle of the drunken lout being tossed out on his arse, the big Shoanti nods in approval of the Inn Mistress' actions. He leads the way to a table and enthusiastically puts in an order for the promised stew and a small ale.​

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Knowledge (Local) (1d20+5=11)
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[sblock=Mini Stats]
Marcas Vanator
Initiative: +03
AC: 14 (14 Touch, 11 Flat-Footed)
HP: 09/09
Senses: Perception +7
CMB: +02 CMD: 16
Fort: +03 Reflex: +05 Will: +04
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[rangerjohn]

Ameiko is feisty as ever I see. Deivon thinks. Glad I'm not on her badside.

[sblock=OOC] Diplomacy check 12 [/sblock]

 

[Scotley]

OOC [sblock]Diplomacy Check (1d20+1=18)[/sblock]

"Well met Felsi. I'll have the bread and a mug now and the mutton stew when its ready. I'd like a room for the week as well."

Vandalin shakes his head and smiles at the eviction of the lout. I wonder if that was staged to keep the rest of us in line? He asks a fellow at a nearby table who looks like a local tradesman about the lady taking charge. He settles back to people watch and enjoy the food and drink.

 

[SelcSilverhand]

Plopping himself down into one of the chairs Vhir looks about the room appreciatively. It looked to be a fine drinking hall, as large as his own people's largest tents. After Deivon orders and the waitress hurries away he looks her up and down appreciatively. A fine looking lass I wouldn't mind having set on my knee. Seeing the sellsword get slapped and tossed out on his ear however reminds him that he better keep his hands to himself. Sighing at the loss, he drums his fingers on the table and awaits his food and drink. When it arrives he too digs through his pouch for enough coin to pay for a room for a few days. "Felsi, what excitement is there to be had in town here? What do you do when you're not working eh? he says with his most winning smile.

OOC
[SBLOCK]
Diplomacy on Felsi (1d20+1=15)
Know. Local check. (1d20=5)
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[airwalkrr]

Marcas strolls along with the others as the caravan enters Sandpoint and everyone disbands to their respective destinations. He pockets the gold piece so generously tossed out by the caravan master, and quietly joins the other members of 'the Sandpoint Six,' as he's come to think of their little group. A fine group of companions with whom to enjoy the festival!

As they enter the Dragon and are greeted by the spectacle of the drunken lout being tossed out on his arse, the big Shoanti nods in approval of the Inn Mistress' actions. He leads the way to a table and enthusiastically puts in an order for the promised stew and a small ale.

"Stew and ale for you, mister. Very good, mister!" Felsi nods as she brings out some bread.

"Well met Felsi. I'll have the bread and a mug now and the mutton stew when its ready. I'd like a room for the week as well."

"Well here's yer bread," Felsi says, setting it down on the table, "I figured everyone would want a bit of that. Fresh-baked by Henric Cook and hot out of the oven! And I'll let Miss Kaijitsu know you'd like a room."

Vandalin shakes his head and smiles at the eviction of the lout. I wonder if that was staged to keep the rest of us in line? He asks a fellow at a nearby table who looks like a local tradesman about the lady taking charge. He settles back to people watch and enjoy the food and drink.

Felsi is coming back with your ale about the time the owner is tossing the sell-sword out the door. She smiles and winks at Vandalin as it happens. Whether she can tell what Vandalin is thinking or by sheer coincidence, she says, "Most of the locals know not to bother Miss Kaijitsu's servin' folk. But every once in a while an out-of-towner comes in who doesn't know her reputation and steps out of line. She's a tough one though, and always makes sure to set things straight right away. Not the first time she's had to do it in the last few days. Another caravan came from up north a couple days before yours and one of their porters tried to molest lil' Anca. Miss Kaijitsu blackened his eye fer that one! I'm sure you're not the kind to mistreat women though. You look like the dashing sort," she flirts.

Plopping himself down into one of the chairs Vhir looks about the room appreciatively. It looked to be a fine drinking hall, as large as his own people's largest tents. After Deivon orders and the waitress hurries away he looks her up and down appreciatively. A fine looking lass I wouldn't mind having set on my knee. Seeing the sellsword get slapped and tossed out on his ear however reminds him that he better keep his hands to himself. Sighing at the loss, he drums his fingers on the table and awaits his food and drink. When it arrives he too digs through his pouch for enough coin to pay for a room for a few days.

Vhir notes that the tavern is about half-full at the moment. The lunch crowd is starting to trickle in and most of the mercenaries on Foxglove's caravan have decided to spend their coin here. The place looks like it could seat near 50 people, and is well-staffed to accommodate that many. A dozen wenches and waiters work or stand ready to take orders, and the kitchen is already cooking hot, the welcome smell of spices and stew rushing out to fill your nostrils.

"Felsi, what excitement is there to be had in town here? What do you do when you're not working eh? he says with his most winning smile.

"Excitement? Well, look around you! There's all sorts of excitement to found right here in the Rusty Dragon. In the afternoon, we have games to entertain the patrons, and at night we usually have a minstrel sing or play songs. We move the tables to the sides and have a great deal of dancing and merriment. And besides all that, what better pastime than drinking ale and mead eh? And there's plenty of other things to do in town. If you like books or seek knowledge, you might want to visit The Way North, our town library, or visit Brodert Quink, a sage from Magnimar who's settled here. Of course, I myself find these things plenty boring, but I've had more than a few folk ask me about 'em so I've come to know how to answer. If you want to do a bit of shopping, we have a smith, a wheel and wainwright, tannery, armory, alchemist and many other shops. The Feathered Serpent is a particularly fancy place, specializing in magical items of all sorts! If you like a good show, then Sandpoint is a fine place to be. We've got more than a small bit of culture here. The Sandpoint Theater is the pride of our little town. Cyrdak Drokkus features one of the most impressive theaters this side of Varisia. I've been told it competes with some of the finest playhouses in Magnimar, and that's saying something! If you're seeking companionship, the Pixie's Kitten is happy to offer escorts, both men and women. The madame Tesarani is quite protective of her escorts though, and it's not a good idea to get on the bad side of her Shoanti bouncers. Anyway, I'm certain you could find a lot more just walking the streets yourself. And the Swallowtail Festival is scheduled to begin the day after tomorrow. There will be all sorts of fun and games there. At sunset, the high priest is scheduled to make his openly homily and I'm sure almost everyone in town will be there!

"Well, let me go check on that stew. Smells like it's almost done. I'll bring it right out!" With that, Felsi departs for the kitchen.



A minute or two later, the tavern's owner steps over to your table, Miss Kaijitsu is exotic and beautiful, but speaks and acts in a no-nonsense manner. "I hear one or two of you might be looking for a room this evening. I'd be happy to oblige. We have several nice rooms available, or the common room always has a spot on the floor if your pocket is light. Anything else I can help you with?"

 

[Scotley]

"Stew and ale for you, mister. Very good, mister!" Felsi nods as she brings out some bread."Well here's yer bread," Felsi says, setting it down on the table, "I figured everyone would want a bit of that. Fresh-baked by Henric Cook and hot out of the oven! And I'll let Miss Kaijitsu know you'd like a room."

Felsi is coming back with your ale about the time the owner is tossing the sell-sword out the door. She smiles and winks at Vandalin as it happens. Whether she can tell what Vandalin is thinking or by sheer coincidence, she says, "Most of the locals know not to bother Miss Kaijitsu's servin' folk. But every once in a while an out-of-towner comes in who doesn't know her reputation and steps out of line. She's a tough one though, and always makes sure to set things straight right away. Not the first time she's had to do it in the last few days. Another caravan came from up north a couple days before yours and one of their porters tried to molest lil' Anca. Miss Kaijitsu blackened his eye fer that one! I'm sure you're not the kind to mistreat women though. You look like the dashing sort," she flirts.

Never one to pass up an opportunity to flirt, Vandalin flashes his best smile makes a bow from his seat. "Indeed, I would not mistreat a woman, especially one so worthy and lovely as you. I hope you'll assure Miss Kaijitsu that my intentions are honorable should she catch me mooning over you."

A minute or two later, the tavern's owner steps over to your table, Miss Kaijitsu is exotic and beautiful, but speaks and acts in a no-nonsense manner. "I hear one or two of you might be looking for a room this evening. I'd be happy to oblige. We have several nice rooms available, or the common room always has a spot on the floor if your pocket is light. Anything else I can help you with?"

"Vandlin", offering up his name to the mistress of the tavern. "I would like to seek a private room for a week at least. I gather from the way you handled that lout the 'late troubles' do not reach so far as this hall?" He lets his words hand in the air an opportunity for her to comment on the troubles open.