City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[SelcSilverhand]

Curiously, he asks the katara with a smile, "What brings your kind to the Red Dragon and into the company of such a fine man as Semabin?"

Lookspring examines the newcomer closely. He wonders if Deos is a friend or perhaps a rival of Semabin.
"We were discussing martial skills, and the monetary potentials of possessing said skills."

He throws a look at the half orc, but the hulking race makes him uneasy and he gives no response to its inquiry.

 

[IcyCool]

Lookspring examines the newcomer closely. He wonders if Deos is a friend or perhaps a rival of Semabin.
"We were discussing martial skills, and the monetary potentials of possessing said skills."

"Ahh yes, such skills are indeed in high demand. Sadly, I don't possess such skills, I'm not even a good shot with a crossbow." He raps his knuckle on the stock of the light crossbow slung at his hip. Then he grins, "But as long as I can look mean and pretend I know how to use it, I can usually get by just fine."

"Voices?" he thinks, "Did I just here voices? Is someone actually alive in the his gods-forsaken room?"

Deos raises his voice and casts a look over his shoulder at the half-orc, "Peace, my well-bearded and violent-prone friend, we were just discussing the fine arts of stabbing, cutting, and making people bleed."

 

[garlicnation]

Jeremiah Farseek, Human Soulknife

A young man dressed in monkish garments walks into the tavern. He has a dejected look on his face and shouts out,

"Does anyone in this tavern have something for a young warrior to kill, I am not in a good mood right now, and showing that i am effective would make me feel a little better"

He asks the barkeep for some strong ale and sits at the bar, sipping at his cup

 

[Bront]

Joe points to the sign that reads: Welcome Stranger! Please introduce yourself, and the drinks will be sure to follow. that hangs above the bar, and then waits for Jeremiah Farseek to do so before sending an ale his way.

OOC: Wow, my first post as Joe Just pointing out the common Inn rule, introduce yourself as you enter.

 

[garlicnation]

Jeremiah Farseek, Human Soulknife

"My name is Jeremiah, and i have talents unknown to many. I am sorry for being so rude. Thank you for your direction."

 

[D20Dazza]

Kyle Widebelly

The great door of the Inn bangs open and a cloud of white powder blows through the doorway followed by what looks like a large sphere. The sphere seems to hover in the doorway before appearing to wobble inside. Finally the overhead lights reveal the sphere for what it actually is - a hugely overweight dwarf.

"Kyle Widebelly at your service" the dwarf bellows, his voice easily carrying to the furthest reaches of the Inn "I am here to taste the best of what you have good sir" he says to the man behind the bar "A flagon of your finest wine and everything you have on the dinner menu, in the one bowl please. Geoth commands me to eat and by his glorious girth that is exactly what I plan to do. It has been a long trip from the seminary to here and I have worked up quite a hunger". The dwarf waddles his huge mass towards the sturdiest looking chair in the establishment and plonks himself down awaiting the barman's pleasure.

 

[garlicnation]

Jeremiah Farseek, Human Soulknife

"what brings you here, Kyle?"

 

[Knight Otu]

Semabin, who was lost in thought for some time, stands as the door bangs open. "When did the inn get so crowded? Oh, welcome Deos. Kyle Widebelly. Err, and you are?" he turns to Urkulyr and Jeremiah.

 

[Tinner]

The noise of the gathering crowd finally rouses Finnegan from his drunken slumber. "Oh. I guess I'm not alone anymore! Hello everyone."

 

[garlicnation]

Jeremiah Farseek, Human Soulknife

"I am someone rejected, i aspired to become a monk, but unfortunately had different abilities than they were looking for. I came from a village of gifted people, but i was gifted in a different way, and they rejected me. I can demonstrate my abilities if you would like"

Jeremiah's right hand starts emitting a slight green glow.