City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

[Wik]

When Pendrake greets him, Rasereit claps the northerner on the back heartily and drinks heavily to his health. Rasereit isn't too great at perceiving emotions, but Pendrake is obviously down in the dumps. The dwarf leans away from Ogrin for a moment and awkwardly pats the tall man on the back. "Eh, righ' mate, can't win 'em all. But ah... sometimes, ye know, people kinda back ye into a corner, o' sorts, an' there isn't much ye kin do but fight. Ah've been there, Ah think."

Rasereit cocks an eyebrow at Galwynn. "Ye don' take joy in slayin' evil? Ah thought tha's what pallies did best. Huh. Ye're a strange 'un."

The dwarf looks around, unsure of how to cheer up Pendrake. He says, "Eh, right... So! Ye want t'tell us about yer first adventure? Or if ye'd rather keep quiet, Ah get it. Maybe ye'd like t'hear one o' the tales me father told me, of a glorious battle against truly evil creatures under the Mountains?"

Galwyn nods. "Slaying evil is fine, but I would take more joy in turning evil to good. I AM a sword of Halina, after all - I think you are thinking about Hyrag. They tend to enjoy skewering things a bit more than we."

 

[Rystil Arden]

[SBLOCK=OOC]Thanks Wik--again, drop me an e-mail or post your address here[/SBLOCK]

 

[Scott DeWar]

Pendrake takes a deep sigh.

"Ve ver huntink rogue rogues who hat stolin a noblel's heirloom. Ve fount zem, or razer zey fout us und a fight broke oat. A vizzert enchanted me to run and fint und escape root...oat zee bach door. I abandoned mein frents. I dit hoever meet the vitch vich had murdert zee bar owner und reternt to das frau vat she hat dun. As fur zee vizzert..." as smile melts onto his face at this moment, "He like bird to sout he flise."

then with a deep sigh (again) he takes a deep draught from the second ale.

"Zere vas no honor in zat battle."

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Rasereit scoffs at Pendrakes sigh, "Bah! 'Tweren't no fault o' yers, mate! Ah tell ye, it's them blasted wizard-folk, they mess wit' yer mind an' make ye do terrible things! Why, when Ah was fightin' that traitorous wretch Wimpell Frump, he darn near made me swipe poor Ogrin's head clean off! Ye listen t'me, young 'uman, 'tis the wizards what have no 'onor, not the ones they manipulate and confuse!" Rasereit's scorn for magic users is quite evident as he rants.

He takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment, then exhales and takes a drink. As he guzzles, a halfling zips into the room and jumps on the platform. "John Smith, nondescript halfling!" he announces. Joe gives him a raised eyebrow but says nothing. The halfling walks over to Ogrin and Rasereit. In very hushed voices the three converse. The face on the shield strapped to Rasereit's back makes various faces, all of them very confused.

[sblock=Listen DC:25]"The Dragon's litter smoked a kitten on the red farm."
"Smoked a who-what?"
"An orcish kitten by chance?"
"Quite. An orcish-elvish kitten, bit of a half-breed."
"What in Mongrel's-"
"Right. And shall the horse and his crown take the Medibarian ancients to lunch?"
"Oh, wai' wai' wai', Ah know that one, that mea-"
"Indeed. The pups are singing, and the moon will turn to farmland at threed and sixtence figwumps."
"Alrigh', that last bit was jus' nonsense, wasn't it."
"Business, Razh. We gotta go."[/sblock]

The newcomer halfling nods and slides down the bar to Joe. He takes a gold coin out of his pocket and flips it to the bartender. Joe catches it and sticks it in his pocket. John Smith grins and zips out of the tavern.

Calmer now, Rasereit leans in to Pendrake to hold a quiet conversation. Galwynn, being so near, can probably hear. "Look mate, Ah think ye're a swell lad. Ye'll do great things, Ah kin see it. Me an' me mate Ogrin 'ere, well, we've got word o' some, eh, work, up the coast a ways. An' while Ah'm up there, Ah'm headin' intah th' Mountains. Ah hope to reconnoiter the area, ye know, scope it out a bit, see what kin be done, if anythin', t'save me Vundinn caverns." Rasereit puts a meaty hand on Pendrake's shoulder. Ogrin has jumped from his barstool and taps his foot impatiently. "Ah'll be back. An' when Ah return, Ah want t'hear o' yer conquests against evil beasties, alrigh'?" Rasereit shoots a glance at Galwynn before continuing. "Ah hope to bring civilization back t'the north, an' Ah could use the 'elp o' some fine warriors like yerself, eh? So beef up, mate, an' when Ah get back, we'll speak again. May the Dog always lick yer face."

Rasereit hops down from the barstool to join Ogrin. The dwarf gives a curt nod to Galwynn, saying, "Ye're a queer fellow... Yet Ah can't help but like ye. Halina's blessin's on ye, pallie." Rasereit clasps hands with Pendrake and says with a wink, "Oh, an' ye kin call me Razh." Turning around, he puts an arm around his halfling buddy's shoulder. "Come on mate, let's talk."

The two short warriors walk out of the tavern whispering about "lucrative business opportunities" and "risk-profit ratios".

[sblock=OOC to rln: ]Hope you don't mind me taking the initiative.[/sblock]

 

[Wik]

[SBLOCK=OOC]Thanks Wik--again, drop me an e-mail or post your address here[/SBLOCK]

[sblock=OOC]Sure. Email is wik666 at hotmail. Gimme a ding.[/sblock]

Galwyn raises his eyebrows at the dwarf. "Civilization, eh? Well, you'll need someone to spread Halina's word. Tell you what - come back, and I hope to be here. We'll head north together. And something tells me, we'll have to draw our blades.

We'll cross paths again, I'm sure. Good luck."

 

[Scott DeWar]

the tall northerner clasps hands with the tall dwarf (would that be an oxymoron?) and allows a boyish grin to reshape.

"eer en glorie, mein bruder, honor en glorie"

As Galwyn speaks of crossing blades he turns to him with mug raised and says to him, "As allies i hope, Ja?" and drains the last. at that he gets a room and sleeps off the previous day's events.

 

[Solange]

"Oh, there must be a few, but they would be difficult to find," Keldar replies. "I imagine the people had to find a new way to live when I left. I used to sit on the rocks and watch them. They glistened in the sun. I could not keep up with them. But of course, only I could reach the roadway."

"Merfolk?" Rapture asks.

 

[Trouvere]

"Yes, merfolk. Had I forgotten to say?" asks Keldar. "There is a bay of Elbereth Sound beyond the wild lands between Ravensdale and Gotian, to the west of here. The merfolk had, I think, abandoned their old homes in deeper water, and were struggling to survive, as was I when I found them. I am afraid for a time we became highwaymen, extorting a toll from passing travellers, which as you can imagine was difficult, because merfolk move on land about as well as seals. Once I had made them a few wheels out of driftwood, it became much easier." Keldar tells this entire story with one eyebrow quirked.

 

[Solange]

Rapture nods, "Indeed, you had forgotten that minor detail."

 

[Heckler]

"So we go from half-dragons and fish to half-fishes," Rinya muses.