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3rd Edition Classic Dungeon Crawl


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The Dancing Griffon

All of the future companions find themselves in the Tavern/bar section of the Dancing Griffon, sampling the loacl stock of ale, as well as some imported ale... all of which the dwarves find to be a little less then to their liking. Humans just rushed things to much!

Tiptoe walks into the bar and finds that other then a couple of town folk he recognizes, there is a table in the common area of the inn with two dwarves sitting at it, drinking ale, and a human standing over them, yet to sit down. If any were to be adventurers, these were them, for who better to clear out an infestation problem then dwarves! He takes a minute to look at the copy of the contract that he had signed for the secretary and recalls her words.

"Now, remember this. That there piece of paper is your ticket to be welcome in any shop or business establishment in the town. The shop owners now that they have a good income from the Caverns and do not want to do anythingt o disrupt that, so if any of them give you trouble, showe them that piece of paper, and they should treat you real nice... if not, come back to me and tell me. The Mayer has a strict policy about the Caverners."

Of course, the prospect of meeting dwarves again is both exciting and fearfull for tiptoe. He's just not used to that sort of company.

A waitress, that had smelled the enterance of Tiptoe, walks up to him and address him with a manner that just this side of friendly. "Aye, little one. The trash is in the back, as it always is... unless you are here for other purposes?"
 

Dagart nods at Faust. "Dagart Kromdain...and aye, I'm here for these Caverns. From th' sounds o it, these be no child's play...took the leg o the smith next door, they did, and he looked like he could swing a blade."
 

"If we go In, hopefully we will come out with all our limbs still in their original places. I kinda like mine where they are."
Examining the bar room, Faust notices the other dwarf. Turning to the two dwarfs Faust questions them.
"Any clue who that is? Im new around here, and most dwarves dont get lost in taprooms."
 

"I have no idea who that be. Does look odd. Be havin a seat tall one. Ye don't be looking like a warrior. Names Vanlial."

Still watching the odd dwarf that walked into the tavern.
 

The three companions have a seat while TIptoe, shy displays the now soiled paper to the waitress saying, "Caverns..." He points to the table where the adventures sit.

The waitress looks shocked, then smiles proudly down at the dwarven trash collector. "Well, hero-to-be, please go to your companions, and have a drink before you venture into the Caverns!" She then moves on to greet another patron that just walked in behind the dwarf.

Tiptoe shyly moves to the table with the other three people and holds out the gruby piece of paper and ask "Caverns? We go together?" he seems to kick at the floor, lowering his eyes when one of the dwarves try to meet his gaze. The smell of refuse on his clothing, hair and skin permiate the area... the smell of ale does not even cover it.


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W = Wall
S = Stairs going up
D = Doors
w = Waitresses
C = Chair
T = Table
G = Glass windows
h = Hostesses
b = Bartender
p = Patrons
O = Couches
F = Fire place
H = Hearth
A = Stain glass window
B = Bar
D = Desk

f = Faust StormWind
d = Dagart Kromdain
v = Vanlain Rockfire
t = Tiptoe
 

OOC: Ack, the new forum is creeeepy.

"Your right about me not being a warrior. Im a spell-caster, but not a wizard. Puzzle that one out."
 

Dagart looks at the newcomer curiously, the stench overwhelming. Unsure of what to say, he looks around at the other companions..hoping one of them knows how to politely get this smelly guy away from them.
 

once more, the pittiful creature (I mean dwarf) holds out the piece of paper and says "Please... I may need help... me and my friends will help you!" he seems almost to plead.

[Just posting for RChicken till he is available to do so again. RChicken, if you see anything you don't like, I'm sorry. You can always call it temparery insanity!]
 

heya

OOC: Hey, I'm still working through the college setup. Let's just say I managed to lock myself out of my laptop for a while, and I'm still having a few internet troubles. Don't get me started on the Email...

Anyhoo, I should be able to post often again very very soon. I.E. tommorow or the day after. Sorry about being in and out so early in the game ^_^

And pretty much everything you did is okay, Mith :) I would have liked to have creeped up on the group and eat their food or something all gollum-style but I think I'll be okay.
 

Into the Woods

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