City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn IX

[Velmont]

"Tell me about your service to this god, Hyrag. Rurik leaves much out that does not concern bravery in battle."

As Opale overhear that, her eyes roll to teh back of her head befroe she takes a sip of her drink. "I must tell there could be worst. We could be stuck with merchants." she tells to Jack.

 

[Lot]

Eskon looks over to Jack and Opale, still smiling.

"If you can hear us speaking, don't you think we'd be able to hear you too. I understand the desire to drink in peace without being preached to. I understand that. I do. But we're just talking with each other. Snarky comments about someone's faith? That's just rude. And mocking the piety of a priest and a paladin? Surely people with your obvious wit could find more original or difficult targets?"

 

[Pbartender]

"Surely people with your obvious wit could find more original or difficult targets?"

"Around here?" Jack replies in all seriousness, "No... Not really."

He grins back and offers up a hand, "Jack Haggerty at your service, Sir."

"You said you were Hyragers, eh?" Jack continues, "Well, then, maybe you can give my regards to His Grace Leonard the next time you stop by the new temple. A couple of friends and I cleared some beasties out of the basement, so they could start the consecration and construction without having the whole temple sitting on top of a horde of demons or some such."

"I wonder whatever happened to that demonic book we found down there?" Jack muddles into his mug of beer. "I wonder what good old Father Lenny made of it?"

 

[SlagMortar]

The door to the inn opens and closes of its own accord. After a moment, an elf pops into view on the middle of the room. With a bow, he says "Hello fellow patrons. I am Planus Anaid, archer, hunter, and devotee of Mongrel. Hi Joe. Hi Jack and Opale! Glad to see you made it back. Neat spell, huh? I think I could cast it on you, Jack, and no one would ever notice you. Of course, you may not need it. Oh, and I got a new bow. Isn't it nice?" he finishes as he pulls an exquisitely crafted darkwood composite bow from his back. "Who are these other guys?"

OOC: Just in time to fulfill the even easier target.

 

[Pbartender]

Jack raises his cup in greeting to the Mongrelite priest.

"Oh, and I got a new bow. Isn't it nice?" he finishes as he pulls an exquisitely crafted darkwood composite bow from his back.

"It's beautiful, chum," Jack compliments. "I'm certain that braod sides of barns everywhere are quaking in their boots."

"Who are these other guys?"

"Hrm... Let's see..." Jack has to think for a moment, tipping his glass to each person he's been introduced to thus far. "There's Eskon and Eusebius -- both of them trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent servants of Hyrag -- a paladin and a preist, if I'm not mistaken, who are always prepared to do a good turn daily.

"The exceptionally tall halfling here -- or perhaps he's an exceptionally skinny dwarf, I forget which -- is Talbin Longstrider, and the lovely halfling filling her glass at the bar is Irene, a magician of some sort, I believe.

"I'm afraid I don't know any of the others, as they are too timid to introduce themselves to such a bold group of adventurous veterans," Jack concludes, having said all this with the same tone someone might use when answering a question such as What did you buy at the market today?

"Oh, and Veras-re's around here sulking in a corner somewhere... He didn't have an axe the last time you saw him, did he?"

 

[SlagMortar]

"I'm certain that braod sides of barns everywhere are quaking in their boots."

"Yeah, I bet your right. it could probably shoot right through the side of a barn," replies Planus, possibly intentionally missing Jack's point entirely.

There's Eskon and Eusebius..

Planus gives Eskon a second look, "Eskon, eh? That's an awfully close to Eskaron. Well, you don't look like it so I'm certainly not saying you are, but I hope if you turn out to be a dragon and a shapeshifter that you at least have better manners than the one myself and Jack and Opale the others slew."

Planus nods as the others are introduced.

He didn't have an axe the last time you saw him, did he?

"No, as I recall, he wielded a specially crafted Dwarven tree limb."

 

[dpdx]

Raanemunde stands up, speaking softly.

"I beg forgiveness if I have offended. I shall take my leave, for I must return in the morning."

With that, she does.

 

[Boddynock]

Raanemunde stands up, speaking softly.

"I beg forgiveness if I have offended. I shall take my leave, for I must return in the morning."

With that, she does.

At Raanemunde's words, Eusebius rises to his feet and bows to her.

"To whom could you have given offense? Certainly not to me. I am sad that you must leave so soon - but I look forward to seeing you again, and speaking with you at our leisure about Hyrag and the way of Light."

"A safe journey to you, and a joyous homecoming! May the fires of hearth and hall and forge burn bright for you forever!"

Then he resumes his seat and sips thoughtfully at his ale. His hand strays to stroke the wrapping of Rurik's gift and he smiles to himself.

[sblock=dpdx]Hey, I hope that I haven't given offense by not replying sooner.

I hope to see you soon. [/sblock]

 

[dpdx]

'Nock:

[sblock]No, no, no. Raanemunde's an NPC, so I'm giving her an early exit so as to stay out the way of the Player characters.[/sblock]

Raanemunde turns back, and bows. "No, brother. It is as I said - I must not remain, nor must I bore the other patrons. I have served my purpose, as Rurik has told it to me, and now I must not linger.

Chennet' keep you, brother Eusebius."

 

[Velmont]

Opale stands up and join Jack and the other. "Don't take us too seriously." she tells to Eskon. "Complaining once and a while do good, and as I told, we could be with merchants."

Opale looks at Planus. "Nice bow, Planus."

"Veteran?" Opales smiles, hiding her laugh. "Saving villagers and kobold from a shapeshifter, that's enough to become a veteran?"