City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

[Drerek]

"Nirrassa of Clan Swiftlaw, at yourrs," she replies with a curtsy.

It is at this point you notice that there is vicious scarring across her eyes. "You look like you werre rrunning from trrouble."

Ruud looks over his shoulder for a moment, "Trouble? What trouble? No, no, no trouble at all. Not at the moment, no. Of course not."

 

[Wik]

Elthic, dwarven rogue (1)

The door opens only a minute later, letting in wiry-muscled dwarf who is surprisingly slim. His beard is short-cropped, with only two braids hanging down near the ears. He wears a bandana tied about in his hair, and from the number of scars and singed areas of skin, he's seen his fair share of fights.

Without even looking at Joe, the dwarf grabs a seat. "One beer... and make it good." he mutters darkly.

Joe, still trying to calm down Mirassa, stares blankly at the dwarf. The dwarf shakes his head, grumbling. He walks behind the bar, and begins to pour his own drink.

"This is the place where beer is free, so long as you say your name, right? Well, then, it's EL- THIC. Of the Bazelmak clan... if you've heard of 'em, know that we had nothing to do with that business with the king, and that I'd like to put this spear into my Uncle's ribs for what he did to us. Now then, that was easy. Free beer is always nice, too..."

Joe stares at the dwarf blankly. Meanwhile, Elthic walks back onto the floor, holding two mugs of frothy beer ("why not? It's free!"). The dwarf looks around for a table, slams his mugs down, and grabs a seat. He leaves his spear within arm's reach, and keeps his crossbow strapped onto his back, while he begins pounding away at the brews.

"Is anyone looking for a scout? Or an extra swordarm? Danger isn't an issue, of course...."

 

[Trouvere]

Some minutes later, Taelythenihel returns. She is now carrying a wooden shield on one arm, and it looks very out of place on her. "These things are more expensive than I expected," she says. She goes upstairs, but is back very quickly, this time with a quarterstaff. Behind her walks a taller but rail-thin figure in travel-stained green clothing suitable for cold weather, cloaked, hooded, gloved and booted. His face cannot be seen at all. He now bears the shield. Taelythenihel whispers into his ear, and he draws a dagger, and takes up an alert posture behind her, as she takes a seat. "This," she says, "is Ossa, my servant and bodyguard. Some of you may remember... seeing her... previously." She smiles thinly. "She is unable to speak. Grant her her privacy, for she has suffered misfortune and disfigurement. She is under my protection and care. If you do wish to know more, do not ask me. Ask Rinya Starflower, who saw her." She cocks her head to one side. "Starflower... An Elven name, of course. Rua'or, perhaps."

 

[Animus]

Nirrassa of Clan Swiftclaw

Ruud looks over his shoulder for a moment, "Trouble? What trouble? No, no, no trouble at all. Not at the moment, no. Of course not."

"Just with the way you enterred the Inn. You seem like someone chasing you."

 

[Richard Rawen]

Some minutes later, Taelythenihel returns. She is now carrying a wooden shield on one arm, and it looks very out of place on her. "These things are more expensive than I expected," she says. She goes upstairs, but is back very quickly, this time with a quarterstaff. Behind her walks a taller but rail-thin figure in travel-stained green clothing suitable for cold weather, cloaked, hooded, gloved and booted. His face cannot be seen at all. He now bears the shield. Taelythenihel whispers into his ear, and he draws a dagger, and takes up an alert posture behind her, as she takes a seat. "This," she says, "is Ossa, my servant and bodyguard. Some of you may remember... seeing her... previously." She smiles thinly. "She is unable to speak. Grant her her privacy, for she has suffered misfortune and disfigurement. She is under my protection and care. If you do wish to know more, do not ask me. Ask Rinya Starflower, who saw her." She cocks her head to one side. "Starflower... An Elven name, of course. Rua'or, perhaps."

Richard's good spirits are somewhat interrupted, first by the rude dwarf... (OOC: um, ok, rude = dwarf, so not really a shocker there *chuckles*) and then by the strange spectacle of Ossa and Taelythenihel. When Rinya is named, Richard looks to her with a "what in the hells is this all about?" look, though he holds his tongue and enjoys his stout all the same.

 

[Heckler]

Some minutes later, Taelythenihel returns. She is now carrying a wooden shield on one arm, and it looks very out of place on her. "These things are more expensive than I expected," she says. She goes upstairs, but is back very quickly, this time with a quarterstaff. Behind her walks a taller but rail-thin figure in travel-stained green clothing suitable for cold weather, cloaked, hooded, gloved and booted. His face cannot be seen at all. He now bears the shield. Taelythenihel whispers into his ear, and he draws a dagger, and takes up an alert posture behind her, as she takes a seat. "This," she says, "is Ossa, my servant and bodyguard. Some of you may remember... seeing her... previously." She smiles thinly. "She is unable to speak. Grant her her privacy, for she has suffered misfortune and disfigurement. She is under my protection and care. If you do wish to know more, do not ask me. Ask Rinya Starflower, who saw her." She cocks her head to one side. "Starflower... An Elven name, of course. Rua'or, perhaps."

"No, I did not see her. You explained that what I saw was a figment. For I know, this is another figment, or you are lying again. Leave me out of this business," Rinya responds gruffly.


ooc:Maybe a good thing Lucien didn't come back with us. Ranger with fav enemy undead with a necro in the house? Wheeeeeeee!

 

[Trouvere]

"As you wish," says Taelythenihel, unperturbed, but she reaches back and raps twice on her servant's shield with her knuckles to make a clear knocking sound.

 

[Drerek]

"Just with the way you enterred the Inn. You seem like someone chasing you."

Ruud seems to relax a bit, "Chased? No, no. I wasn't being 'chased' at all, although thanks for your concern. One of my size merely needs to be careful with standing in front of doors. Can be dangerous at times."

 

[Richard Rawen]

"No, I did not see her. You explained that what I saw was a figment. For I know, this is another figment, or you are lying again. Leave me out of this business," Rinya responds gruffly.

Richard looks from one stern female to the other, listening to the exchange. Raising an eyebrow at Rowan, he leans on the bar when Rinya settles back. Quietly, but not a whisper, Richard continues the raised eyebrow on to his half-Elven companion... "So... what the heck is that all about?"
As smooth as ever*, the young warrior stands and waits, drinking his Stout and considering the early lunch menu.



*May not be considered smooth by all listeners. Void where prohibited. See Lucien for details on actual smoothness content or lack thereof.

 

[Phoenix8008]

Saithnar, holding his pipe still in his lips, stands and walks over to the bar. "Could I have a springwine, Joe? Thank ye greatly." He says to Mr. Smith before turning to watch the mostly new crowd of people frequenting the inn. Deciding to strike up a conversation, Saithnar ambles toward one of the lone adventurers.

"Elthic, is it? How do you do, sir dwarf? My name is Saithnar, and I welcome you to this land of free drink and food where we all wait for better days and future employment. Have you just arrived in Orussuss?" Saithnar asks while beckoning to ask if it is acceptable for him to join Elthic at his table.