City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[garlicnation]

"Its much more than a trick, and it'l slice someone up if they get to ancy around me," Jeremiah replies.

 

[Patlin]

Ironwolf Kinkaid, Human Psychic Warrior 2

Kinkaid clomps back into the Red Dragon Inn in his new full plate armor.

"Vanitri! How do I look? This is definitely the heaviest armor I've ever worn, and it's a bit loud, but it seems like it will do the job."

 

[gogo_jerrick]

Ayden Nailo- 1st level Necromancer

As the commotion around the bar continues, a young looking, frail, elven man slips in and quietly walks up to the bar to meet with Joe. He gives Joe a nod, leans forward, and introduces himself. His head turns around as he says fine under his breath and makes his presence known to all. "My name is Ayden, and I am from a distant land. I am searching for anyone who can tell me of this place and pass along the necessary knowledge for me to survive in such a place. It would do me well to learn of this place before I adventure. I would also like to hear of this Gliran from a man who knows his god well." Ayden walks over to a corner table after ordering an ale, and waits for someone hospitable enough to help him in his endeavors.

 

[Patlin]

Ironwolf Kinkaid, Human Psycic Warrior 2

"I try to steer clear of the gods, myself, but I'd be happy to help you with any other questions you might have. That fellow over by the bar is hiring, I think, and most people that come to the Red Dragon are looking for work. What do you want to know?"

 

[ajanders]

Michael Grannion, 2nd Level Cleric of Sela

Michael clatters into the inn, scale mail rattling against warhammer, pack, bag of rocks, and a steel shield with a silver pillar embossing.
"Lo all!"
He nods at Ironwolf.
"Nice armor. Did you get that fancy stuff you wanted, or is that regular?"
Nods at Vanitri.
"Glad to see you made it back allright. Anybody make donations to the "Get Ironwolf better stuff" fund, or were the roads quiet?"
Nods at the man materializing swords of raw emotion.
"So what do you do when you want to scratch your back?" He grins to take any possible sting out of his words.
He sits down next to Vanitri.
"And yes, your sister should be along shortly. She's doing some serious thinking, and I wanted to leave her in peace to do it."
At least I hope she's doing serious thinking. frets Michael inwardly, rubbing a spot of dried blood at the corner of his mouth.
"One watches things that make one sick. This is the Law: no gain without a loss, and --"
He shakes his head irritably to rid himself of the thought, and orders a mug of hot tea.

 

[Patlin]

"The road back was peacefull, my friend. A mixed blessing. While this suit may not be a masterpiece artistically, I imagine I will value it very highly indeed in days to come. It should protect me much better than the studded leather I had been wearing."

 

[ajanders]

"The road back was peacefull, my friend. A mixed blessing. While this suit may not be a masterpiece artistically, I imagine I will value it very highly indeed in days to come. It should protect me much better than the studded leather I had been wearing."

"Yeah. I like my bandages unused whenever possible. Heck, I broke down and ordered an upgrade myself...it'll turn up in a day or two, I imagine."
Michael rattles around in his belt pouch and turns up a grayish blue stone. He begins to turn the stone idly in his had as he watches the bar.
"Don't get too booked up for a day or so. There may be another journey in your future."

 

[gogo_jerrick]

Ayden Nailo, 1st lvl Necromancer

"I try to steer clear of the gods, myself, but I'd be happy to help you with any other questions you might have. That fellow over by the bar is hiring, I think, and most people that come to the Red Dragon are looking for work. What do you want to know?"

Aye, I thank you for the general knowledge of this land. I do come from far off and appreciate the help. I once despised the gods, but come here now with my own beliefs. Seeing how I now have a new lease on life I imagine I shall try to find a central power before I lose myself again. It seems that this Gliran holds true what I already believe, so I am searching for one of his priests to instruct me in the ways. Now, if you would please direct me to whomever it was that you referred me to that is in need of help. I am in need of coins and it seems my new body is quite inexperienced compared to my last....(as Ayden starts to drift off in his thinking, suddenly snaps back to Ironwolf)... I do thank you for the help, any future help you shall need I shall gladly lend my services. Thank you.

 

[Bront]

"Its much more than a trick, and it'l slice someone up if they get to ancy around me," Jeremiah replies.

"Bit antsy yerself are ya?" Vanitry asks. "Sometime's a more subtle touch is best."

As he talks, a dagger appears in his hands. He rolls and flips it around in his fingers, and with a flick of the wrist it's gone again.

Kinkaid clomps back into the Red Dragon Inn in his new full plate armor.

"Vanitri! How do I look? This is definitely the heaviest armor I've ever worn, and it's a bit loud, but it seems like it will do the job."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over the loud clanking, could you repeat that?" Vanitri says with a straight face, that turns into a grin as he extends his hand in friendship "You look fantastic my friend. Good to see you again."

Michael clatters into the inn, scale mail rattling against warhammer, pack, bag of rocks, and a steel shield with a silver pillar embossing.
"Lo all!"
He nods at Ironwolf.
"Nice armor. Did you get that fancy stuff you wanted, or is that regular?"
Nods at Vanitri.
"Glad to see you made it back allright. Anybody make donations to the "Get Ironwolf better stuff" fund, or were the roads quiet?"
Nods at the man materializing swords of raw emotion.
"So what do you do when you want to scratch your back?" He grins to take any possible sting out of his words.
He sits down next to Vanitri.
"And yes, your sister should be along shortly. She's doing some serious thinking, and I wanted to leave her in peace to do it."
At least I hope she's doing serious thinking. frets Michael inwardly, rubbing a spot of dried blood at the corner of his mouth.
"One watches things that make one sick. This is the Law: no gain without a loss, and --"
He shakes his head irritably to rid himself of the thought, and orders a mug of hot tea

"Nay, the only donation was my own. Need to thank my family, you know? I hope you got your share as well Michael." Vanitri says.

"Serious thinking eh? No good can come of that my friend. I hope you're ready fer her." Vanitri says, putting his hand on Michael's shoulder.

 

[gogo_jerrick]

Ayden Nailo, 1st lvl Necromancer

Ayden slinks back into his chair as he finishes his ale. He decides to get up to order another, but sits back down as he sees everyone shaping blades and playing with daggers. He sits very nervously until the blades are out of site. He then walks up to the bar, orders another ale, and proceeds torward the man who was just talking to Joe. "So I hear you are searching for adventurers? I can't say much for my fortitude, but I can say that I know more about the land than anyone here. I can also defend myself well enough."