Another day in the Tavern

[Kheldar Devaentar]

A wicked smile spreads across Kheldar's face.

"A stake through the heart? Gods it must be terrible to be a vampire. . . Just imagine having a wooden spike burst through your ribs and pierce through your heart."

Kheldar almost shivers. . . almost.

"I prefer a sharp blow across the-*"

Kheldar looks at Sir Trystan.

"What I mean to say is. . . there are less painful ways to take a man out of action. Well, at least she did it without warning. . . What is the name of the woman who dealt the killing blow? Is she a cleric? . . I think I know someone who might be very interested in talking to her. . ."

"Hey Trystan, you may want to talk to her too. . . Didn't I see you leave a note over there asking Argentia how she managed to rid her brother of being a vampire? . . Well, she might be able to tell you some more details. . ."

Kheldar looks back at Kat.

"Well, looks like you played a very important role in slaughtering/saving Argentia's brother. . . I'm sure she was thrilled you knew who to take her too!"

Kheldar turns to look at Armin.

Well. . . now I know why dwarves are so short.

Kheldar begins to speak in Dwarf.

"Say friend, are you expecting a war any time soon?"

Kheldar grins as he watches the heavily equipped dwarf. There had been some mock in what he said, but Kheldar kept his speech more friendly then degrading. . . Friendly or not, however, who knew how a dwarf would react to it?

Artwork copyright © 2003, Gordon R. Quigley

 

[Sir Trystan Gabriel]

Winks conspiratorially at Kheldar, I'm partial to taking out the knees myself.......

No, I'm now at least familliar with the way she did it. I did a little light reading after I read the note.

He glances at the dwarf.... a look that says "Oh. Great. Another one." and adjusts himself subtly so that he can better reach his own weapons sitting nearby, then resumes his meal.

 

[Tanrinia]

Tanrinia has been observing the goings on with detached amusement...

o O I'm never going to find what I am looking for this way, just sitting here... )

She spies the dwarf who has just entered...

o O Well, now...this is not why I am here, but maybe I can pass the time .... but why do dwarfs seem so familiar? )

she lifts her mug of mead to toast in the dwarf's direction.

 

[Dagnarius]

A wizards with red robes walks into the inn, his hood is up and his face is not visible. He sits at the nearest empty table.

 

[Kathryn_aka_Kat]

"The woman? I'm didn't catch her name this time. I'll try to find out, or you could ask Lady Bianca. And making connections seems to be something that I'm useful for. One of the side effects of being willing to talk to almost anyone about almost anything."

Kat grins at Kheldar and then glances around idly as he starts talking to the others. Maybe she should slip away from Trys now?

Hmmm... seems like everyone interested in finding out that dwarf's business... but there's someone else new?... pretty well covered... male?... if I could see the face...

"So just let me know when you need me, Trys."

She nods to the plated figure, and gets up to move across the room. As Kat passes the wizard's table, she leans down to brush a bit of dust off her leg... with a surreptitious glance to see if she can make out any features within the hood.

 

[Palin the Wizard]

Through the doors of the tavern comes a young human, perhaps in his mid twenties. He's wearing a mage's robes, though the plain white is dusted from his travels.

He has shoulder-long chestnut brown hair, with eyes the color of the sea, and with handsome features.
From the look of his haunted eyes, he must have experienced much in far too short a time.
The young man is holding an oaken staff in his hand, and he seems to be supporting himself slightly upon it as he stands in the doorway.

"Greetings, friends," he says in a soft, melodious voice as he walks further into the tavern, and by now it is obvious that his left leg is crippled. "Would you happen to have a glass of wine for a weary traveller?"

 

[Armin-Gedrin]

The red bearded dwarven army raises his tankard to Tanrinia and takes a deep swig, wiping the froth from his mustache with an armored arm. He then looks over to Kheldar and replies in dwarven.

"Perhaps, ye know of any?"

He chuckles as he drains the tankard, belches and orders a refill, all the while keeping a subtle eye on Gabriel as he moves nearer his weaponry. The dwarf (who is rather tall for a short fellow, nearly 5 feet) Grins at him and speaks again, this time in common.

"Ye needn't be fearin me, unless ye go an' do somethin' stupid, like makin me mad."

He chuckles as he takes a drink from his refilled ale

 

[Tanrinia]

cork board posting

*i think i posted this in the wrong spot...sorry!*

 

[Kathryn_aka_Kat]

Kat grimaces to herself as she straightens, brushing off a bit more dust for verisimilitude.

Couldn't see a thing... could be any type of being in there... ah, well, what's this? yet another mage? is there some sort of secret gathering then? Though this one's in white...

She smiles at Palin.

"Greetings, sir! This tavern is well-equipped to satisfy any thirsty traveller. Even the house wine is quite drinkable."

The smile changes to a slightly concerned look as she notices his limp.

"But if you are injured...sit! You needn't go all the way to the bar for I'd be happy to bring something to your table."

 

[Palin the Wizard]

Palin smiles faintly at Kat.

"Thank you, my friend," he says, as he moves over to the nearest table and sits down, leaning the oaken staff - which, she notices, has several runes inscribed along the length - against the table. "Though this limp of mine is an old injury. I've learned to cope. You need not be worried for me."

The mage sighs softly in relaxation as he rests on the stool, and he asks Kat for merely a glass of the housewine.
"My name is Palin, by the way," he says, still smiling as Kat brings the wine to him.