City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

[WarlockLord]

OOC: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

All I have ready are a color spray, sleep, and ray of enfeeblement, so if we stick to non-lethal methods, we could have fun. Or we could be permanently banned from the inn. Hmm.

 

[Trouvere]

[sblock=OOC] Although I meant it as a joke, if everyone agreed, and it remained strictly non-lethal, and no damage was done to the furnishings and fixtures, and Joe told Gort the bouncer to stand down and let the adventurers burn off some steam, and no one made a permanent enemy, or indeed a few characters ended up bonding after knocking six bells out of one another, and we had a map, and someone volunteered to referee, and...[/sblock]

 

[Drerek]

[sblock=OOC] Although I meant it as a joke, if everyone agreed, and it remained strictly non-lethal, and no damage was done to the furnishings and fixtures, and Joe told Gort the bouncer to stand down and let the adventurers burn off some steam, and no one made a permanent enemy, or indeed a few characters ended up bonding after knocking six bells out of one another, and we had a map, and someone volunteered to referee, and...[/sblock]

I'd do it.

 

[Richard Rawen]

Over the past few days, Tarag has been in and out of the inn. Busy with setting up his new business, and clearly (to judge by the scorch marks) hard at work at his forge, he nevertheless finds time to drop in every few hours, greeting Joe and the staff, nodding to the patrons he recognizes, always finding time for a dwarven ale or two.

On one of those occasions, when Tarag has sidled up to the bar for his Dwarven ale, Richard will have it already ordered - well, Joe will have it ready anyways - and Richard will toast the priest/smith. "To qualty steel, may you haff it an yur en'my lack it!"
Now Richard has been sitting around with Rinya and Rowan, watching the day go by for . . . too long... and he's been drinking. Stouts. Regularly.
With his toast delivered somewhat louder than strictly necessary between him and the Dwarf, who is a scant two seats down, Richard will lean a bit hard on one arm and ask in that way that only drunk people can think they are being quiet, "How mush for you to make me a han-n-half sword Masserwork?"

 

[Boddynock]

On one of those occasions, when Tarag has sidled up to the bar for his Dwarven ale, Richard will have it already ordered - well, Joe will have it ready anyways - and Richard will toast the priest/smith. "To qualty steel, may you haff it an yur en'my lack it!"
Now Richard has been sitting around with Rinya and Rowan, watching the day go by for . . . too long... and he's been drinking. Stouts. Regularly.
With his toast delivered somewhat louder than strictly necessary between him and the Dwarf, who is a scant two seats down, Richard will lean a bit hard on one arm and ask in that way that only drunk people can think they are being quiet, "How mush for you to make me a han-n-half sword Masserwork?"

Tarag nods to Joe as he picks up the tankard, turns and looks Richard up and down. "To quality steel!"

He then drains the draught in one smooth motion.

Then, putting the tankard back on the bar, he says, "A hand and a half? Masterwork? Depends. Are you prepared to get your hands dirty in the forge? Of course, you're too drunk to be much use at the moment - but the heat of the smithy'll soon sweat that out of you."

"Going rate around here for a sword such as you describe is 335 pieces of gold. I'll craft it for you for 268. Or, if you assist me, I'll make it 234 gold and 5 silver. You provide a third of the market cost up front in materials and you can have it first thing tomorrow. What do you say?"

OOC: 'Getting your hands dirty' equates to contributing half the Craft Points (16). The upfront cost will be 111.67 gp

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: if there is to be a bar fight, then maybe i need to come up with another character!

 

[Richard Rawen]

Tarag nods to Joe as he picks up the tankard, turns and looks Richard up and down. "To quality steel!"

He then drains the draught in one smooth motion.

Then, putting the tankard back on the bar, he says, "A hand and a half? Masterwork? Depends. Are you prepared to get your hands dirty in the forge? Of course, you're too drunk to be much use at the moment - but the heat of the smithy'll soon sweat that out of you."

"Going rate around here for a sword such as you describe is 335 pieces of gold. I'll craft it for you for 268. Or, if you assist me, I'll make it 234 gold and 5 silver. You provide a third of the market cost up front in materials and you can have it first thing tomorrow. What do you say?"

OOC: 'Getting your hands dirty' equates to contributing half the Craft Points (16). The upfront cost will be 111.67 gp

OOC: I'm not sure what I would have to provide Craft Points. Is it EXP or is it something else? Never done crafting before, will have to look it up I guess

Richard concentrates, you can see that he's thinking so hard that he's forgotten to breathe out. Soon a smile creases his face, he exhales and nods his head.
"Yes."

 

[Boddynock]

OOC: I'm not sure what I would have to provide Craft Points. Is it EXP or is it something else? Never done crafting before, will have to look it up I guess

OOC: Go here (half-way down) to read up on Craft Points. If you've never crafted anything, you've got plenty of points to spare (every character gets 150 at first level, then 150 x level at subsequent levels).

Richard concentrates, you can see that he's thinking so hard that he's forgotten to breathe out. Soon a smile creases his face, he exhales and nods his head.
"Yes."

IC: Tarag raises his eyebrows and sighs at the man's laboured reply. Then he says, "Fine, tell your friends where you're going, bring your cash and come. I'll take you to my forge. The sooner we make a start, the sooner you'll have your sword!"

 

[Trouvere]

"One day when I can afford it, I will purchase a better weapon and shield for you, and armour too, Ossa. Would you like that?" asks Taelythenihel of her servant girl, who seems unmoved by the pledge. The gray elf catches Ruud's eye and blinks twice.

 

[Richard Rawen]

IC: Tarag raises his eyebrows and sighs at the man's laboured reply. Then he says, "Fine, tell your friends where you're going, bring your cash and come. I'll take you to my forge. The sooner we make a start, the sooner you'll have your sword!"

Richard nods to Joe, leaning in to talk to the veteran bar-keep. "So-ber-up-her pleass"
Turning back towards the holy-hammersmith Richard smiles, nods and speaks in a conpiritorial whisper, "be Right withya". Turning back to the bar, Richard takes up the dark colored brew Joe has set before him. Drinking it in a steady pull, Richard sets it down with relish.
"Ahhhh, mythanks to you Joe, you truly do take gud care of us wanna-bes and gonna-bes."
Turning to his friends, Richard smiles broadly, "Looks like I'm gonna go learn something about weapon-smithing, interested?"

Richard will wait for their replies, then head to the forge of his new instructor.