City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[ChefOrc]

Borkel Hardknuckles, dwarven monk

Borkel suddenly becomes embarrassed as he realizes he is the only one here without a shirt on.

"I am deeply sorry about this ... It may be that I don't know much about this place's etiquette but, please don't be offended, I will find something to wear. The community I am from looks favorably upon showing one's well chiseled chest, as it is a sign of strength and dedication, and it makes Sela proud. As for the weapon I use, the answer is my own body. My fists are as strong as the very rock this inn is built on and I could kick a giant in the chin ... well, not that I have ever done so, but I am sure I could. I will clear these rats for you as a proof of my words."

 

[Gray Shade]

Enter: Eddy the Tough

Obviously lost and confused at first, a human enters the Red Dragon, wearing dull gray chain mail with a wide belt, large shield and helmet, all trimmed in blue-green and decorated with carvings of serpents. The backs of his hands are adorned in tattoos, as is most of his body beneath his armor. On his hip hangs a heavy mace.

He looks around at the fellow adventurers in the bar then heads to Joe Smith for a drink. He introduces himself, has a quick shot to relax and turns to the rest of the tavern-goers. "Shurassa help me. It seems my seafaring days are over for the time. My shipmates always called me Eddy the Tough, and I am here to adventure. I am capable with a mace and the ancient healing arts."

That said, he has an ale to calm his nerves (as talking in public brings him no joy). While drinking his ale, he overhears Gogsmol. Eddy's piercing eyes that are used to scanning the seas scan the gold the man wears. He has money, anyway, and everyone's got to start somewhere.

He approaches Gogsmol and says, "The rats I am used to are of the bilge variety, but I will sign on to rid you of your pests if you still need men-at-arms. Er, but not for free like that guy."

 

[Dalamar]

A young human woman storms in through the Inn's door, cursing loudly in orcish as she does. She stomps straight to the counter and orders a pint of ale, still in orcish, before she starts calming down.
"Hey. My name's Tumna, and right now I'm in a bad mood for chasing after a thief for who knows how long only to have him captured by some random bounty hunter."

She gulps down her drink, accompanied by more inapproriate words in the tongues of the orcs and goblins.

 

[Krug]

Gogsmol, human merchant

Gogsmol smiles at Eddy. "Yes, you do look like a fine specimen. I certainly don't want the rats... healed. Just smash them with that nice mace, uh, tough one?" he slaps Eddy's chanimail, then winces in pain.

He turns to the rest of the patrons. "Last call it is for a rat hunt. Don't any of you work? Pah..." says the merchant, as he massages his hand.

 

[ChefOrc]

Borkel Hardknuckles, dwarven monk

Borkel, after listening to the conversation betweem Eddy and Gogsmol, approches the man of the sea. "Well met, Eddy. I am glad that a devout individual such as you is willing to partake in this little chore. I am sure we will make a good team. May the strength of our respective faiths complement each other"

 

[Krug]

Gogsmol

The merchant grows impatient. "All right then. I'll send in the two guards with you, since they've inconvenienced me enough as is! Now Eddy and Borkel... follow me here..."

See Rathunt thread

 

[Dalamar]

"Rats, eh? I could use something to vent my bad mood on," Tumna says, now a bit more composed, "if you'll still take me, of course."

 

[ChefOrc]

Borkel Hardknuckles, dwarven monk

I am going there myself, Tumma, and would enjoy your company as we help this nice mr Gogsmol. There is strength in numbers, this is Sela's first principle. And it is always pleasant to meet to new friends. Maybe you can tell us about what made you angry while we walk there. You will probably feel beter after.

 

[Dalamar]

"Splendid," the young charmer says with a bright smile that goes against her mood just a moment ago. "I've always been good at making friends."

 

[Krug]

Gogsmol

"Yes, yes, hurry up. We haven't got all night!" says the merchant, waving the adventurers along.