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Forge and Froud give each other a short curt nod of respect before tilting back their heads and tipping back their tankards. Gulping mightily, the golden liquid rapidly disappears down their throats... but Froud sputters and chokes on his final gulp, allowing Forge to finish his ale handily.
At Larina's comment, Hob chuckles. "I'll have you know, lass, that is some of the finest ale this side of Grimdale," he muttered.
OOC: I used opposing fortitude rolls to determine the outcome of the competition. Unfortunately, Froud rolled a 2. Welcome back, Uriel.
Also, curious on where you guys would like this game to head. Give me some feedback on the OOC thread, please.
At Larina's comment, Hob chuckles. "I'll have you know, lass, that is some of the finest ale this side of Grimdale," he muttered.
OOC: I used opposing fortitude rolls to determine the outcome of the competition. Unfortunately, Froud rolled a 2. Welcome back, Uriel.
Also, curious on where you guys would like this game to head. Give me some feedback on the OOC thread, please.
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Uriel
Living EN World Judge
OoC: Ack!!
IC: Sputtering through ale foam, Froud grins and bows to Forge
'You win this time, friend, but I let you win, what with you being injured and all.' The Mechanist moves beyond slapping range and to the door, ready for Forge's Adventure in Ravenscraig, a Gnomish Smirk upon his bearded (and a bit ale-soaked) mug.
IC: Sputtering through ale foam, Froud grins and bows to Forge
'You win this time, friend, but I let you win, what with you being injured and all.' The Mechanist moves beyond slapping range and to the door, ready for Forge's Adventure in Ravenscraig, a Gnomish Smirk upon his bearded (and a bit ale-soaked) mug.
Argent Silvermage
First Post
Ha! Told you. Dwarves make the best drunks aro...! After saying this he looks around at his friends and thinks "OK how do I end this sentence with out looking like a fool."
Well lets be off Froud me good Gnome. We have a wayward cousin to capture. Anyone else comming?
Well lets be off Froud me good Gnome. We have a wayward cousin to capture. Anyone else comming?
~ Forge & Froud
Much to Forge's disappointment, the only one who will accompany him on his trip is his Gnomish roommate. Slightly dejected, Dwarf and the Gnome head off through the cobbled streets, which are rather empty. Forge unerringly heads straight to the location of his familiar, and soon he senses the bird as it descends to meet him. With almost a perfectly silent swoop of his wings, Gears alights his favourite perch on the Enchanter's shoulder.
The two stand before a two storied tavern that features the angular stonework that is the hallmark of Dwarven design. Two stone pillars fashioned to look like various small beasts sitting one atop another bears a large banner which pronounces that this place is called "Grundle's" in the dwarven runic script. The sounds of Dwarven shouting and cursing can be heard inside, as well as the sound of coarse music.
Standing by the large stone door, a pair of young dwarves stood, watching the newcomers. Freshly bearded and well dressed, they had the look of the sons of nobles. One twirled a dagger in his hands, idly watching as the newcomers approached, while the other did not even seem to notice them, instead intent on polishing his hammer to the best of his ability.
~ The Hatted Badger, Ravenscraig
Forge and Froud had been gone for about a half-hour when the door to the Badger swept open and three people swept in. In the lead was a young man dressed in resplendent green robes. It seemed as if his robes were made up of many different scales, and they rippled and moved as the light played across them. Larina, Linda and James all knew of the man by reputation, if not personally. He was known as Faldrik the Green, and he was an eminent student of Draconology. In fact, he was one of the few who still studied in these parts. Most of the learned scientists that studied dragons had gone south to Marguard or east to Silverwood after the Invasion, but Faldrik had still managed to find himself a mentor in Arcosia, and publicly announced his plans to do post-graduate work in the field as well.
On his arm was a striking young woman who contrasted a gauzy white shawl that covered her head and shoulders with a form-fitting black leather pants and boots. Her black hair was braided back elaborately and coiffed so that ebony ringlets framed her large grey eyes and pouting lips. Larina was the only one who knew this girl... As their eyes crossed, the girl, Saaga Panaelean by name, gave her a withering look. Each had thwarted the other at one time or another in their bids to be the greatest thief in the world. For the last few years, she had been a thorn in Larina's side.
The last to follow was a tall, hard-bitten looking man. The perpetual scowl on his face seemed carved there in granite. Muscles bunched under his grey poncho, and in the torchlight, his sun-browned skin seemed to have an oily sheen to it. The scabbard of a bastard sword peeked over one shoulder, and his long brown hair, braided and bound with iron clasps in the Marguardin style, was thrown over the other.
"My good man," Faldrik the Green greets Hob, "a pitcher of ale and mugs for the three of us! I've got much to celebrate, the least of which is my pretty friend here!"
Saaga preens for a moment, before placing a hand on her bosom. Her voice is coloured by the accent of the people of Heneleh. "Oh Faldrique, you know ah can't drink zit?" She looks at Hob. "Jooz Shantique for me, yi?"
"Of course," blubbers Hob with a bob of his head, a bit flustered by the mere presence of the girl. He dips under the counter to retrieve a bottle of wine, and starts pouring the drinks.
Behind Faldrik and Saaga, the large braided man said nothing, but watched the others in the room with interest.
Much to Forge's disappointment, the only one who will accompany him on his trip is his Gnomish roommate. Slightly dejected, Dwarf and the Gnome head off through the cobbled streets, which are rather empty. Forge unerringly heads straight to the location of his familiar, and soon he senses the bird as it descends to meet him. With almost a perfectly silent swoop of his wings, Gears alights his favourite perch on the Enchanter's shoulder.
The two stand before a two storied tavern that features the angular stonework that is the hallmark of Dwarven design. Two stone pillars fashioned to look like various small beasts sitting one atop another bears a large banner which pronounces that this place is called "Grundle's" in the dwarven runic script. The sounds of Dwarven shouting and cursing can be heard inside, as well as the sound of coarse music.
Standing by the large stone door, a pair of young dwarves stood, watching the newcomers. Freshly bearded and well dressed, they had the look of the sons of nobles. One twirled a dagger in his hands, idly watching as the newcomers approached, while the other did not even seem to notice them, instead intent on polishing his hammer to the best of his ability.
~ The Hatted Badger, Ravenscraig
Forge and Froud had been gone for about a half-hour when the door to the Badger swept open and three people swept in. In the lead was a young man dressed in resplendent green robes. It seemed as if his robes were made up of many different scales, and they rippled and moved as the light played across them. Larina, Linda and James all knew of the man by reputation, if not personally. He was known as Faldrik the Green, and he was an eminent student of Draconology. In fact, he was one of the few who still studied in these parts. Most of the learned scientists that studied dragons had gone south to Marguard or east to Silverwood after the Invasion, but Faldrik had still managed to find himself a mentor in Arcosia, and publicly announced his plans to do post-graduate work in the field as well.
On his arm was a striking young woman who contrasted a gauzy white shawl that covered her head and shoulders with a form-fitting black leather pants and boots. Her black hair was braided back elaborately and coiffed so that ebony ringlets framed her large grey eyes and pouting lips. Larina was the only one who knew this girl... As their eyes crossed, the girl, Saaga Panaelean by name, gave her a withering look. Each had thwarted the other at one time or another in their bids to be the greatest thief in the world. For the last few years, she had been a thorn in Larina's side.
The last to follow was a tall, hard-bitten looking man. The perpetual scowl on his face seemed carved there in granite. Muscles bunched under his grey poncho, and in the torchlight, his sun-browned skin seemed to have an oily sheen to it. The scabbard of a bastard sword peeked over one shoulder, and his long brown hair, braided and bound with iron clasps in the Marguardin style, was thrown over the other.
"My good man," Faldrik the Green greets Hob, "a pitcher of ale and mugs for the three of us! I've got much to celebrate, the least of which is my pretty friend here!"
Saaga preens for a moment, before placing a hand on her bosom. Her voice is coloured by the accent of the people of Heneleh. "Oh Faldrique, you know ah can't drink zit?" She looks at Hob. "Jooz Shantique for me, yi?"
"Of course," blubbers Hob with a bob of his head, a bit flustered by the mere presence of the girl. He dips under the counter to retrieve a bottle of wine, and starts pouring the drinks.
Behind Faldrik and Saaga, the large braided man said nothing, but watched the others in the room with interest.
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Sixchan
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"Yeuch. I hope Hob spits in that wine. Look at little miss Saaaaaaaaaaaaga draped all over Dragon-boy! Pfff...I don't know what he could possibly see in that idiotic girl. She thinks she's soooooo great! She thinks she's better than me! And all the while she throws herself on all the men like some penniless prostitute. Yeuch. She'd better not come over here."
Argent Silvermage
First Post
Forge looks at Froud and says Looks like a rough place. Do we go in? or do we go back to the badger?
~ Grundle's, Ravenscraig
Before Froud could respond to Forge's questions, the dwarf with the dagger interjected. "Har!" he bellowed the greeting, strolling casually towards them. Beside him, his hammer-wielding companion fell into place, his face expressionless as his gaze settled on the gnome. "Welcome brother!" the other greeted, sliding his dagger smoothly into the sheath at his side as he came. "It's excellent to find so many stonekin in this wonderful city, ha!"
Glancing from dwarf to gnome, he stroked his short blonde beard as if in thought. "I see you plan to enter this establishment today." He motioned his red-capped head in the direction of the great stone building behind him.
~ The Hatted Badger, Ravenscraig
Faldrik either did not hear or did not care about Larina's words, but Saaga's head swivelled to the other thief to regard her with a venomous glare. As the trio walked by to sit at one of the Badger's bigger tables, Saaga held her nose when they passed by Larina and her companions.
"I hope you are enjoying the wonderfully quaint ambience of the place," the Draconologist was telling the woman on his arm. "I enjoy it quite a bit, and the food is excellent, even if the selection is lacking."
Saaga favoured him with a lazy smile, all cheeks and lips. "Faldrique, az long as we sit upwind of zis table, ah will be fine, yi?"
"Most excellent," Faldrik replied happily, pulling out a seat for the Henelesse woman, who took it gracefully. He then turned to the Marguardin. "I trust this is sufficient, Yarlan?"
The big man shrugged almost imperceptibly, as he took his own seat across from the other two. "We shall see, Sage Faldrik. I am more interested in your work than in your drink, in truth."
Before Froud could respond to Forge's questions, the dwarf with the dagger interjected. "Har!" he bellowed the greeting, strolling casually towards them. Beside him, his hammer-wielding companion fell into place, his face expressionless as his gaze settled on the gnome. "Welcome brother!" the other greeted, sliding his dagger smoothly into the sheath at his side as he came. "It's excellent to find so many stonekin in this wonderful city, ha!"
Glancing from dwarf to gnome, he stroked his short blonde beard as if in thought. "I see you plan to enter this establishment today." He motioned his red-capped head in the direction of the great stone building behind him.
~ The Hatted Badger, Ravenscraig
Faldrik either did not hear or did not care about Larina's words, but Saaga's head swivelled to the other thief to regard her with a venomous glare. As the trio walked by to sit at one of the Badger's bigger tables, Saaga held her nose when they passed by Larina and her companions.
"I hope you are enjoying the wonderfully quaint ambience of the place," the Draconologist was telling the woman on his arm. "I enjoy it quite a bit, and the food is excellent, even if the selection is lacking."
Saaga favoured him with a lazy smile, all cheeks and lips. "Faldrique, az long as we sit upwind of zis table, ah will be fine, yi?"
"Most excellent," Faldrik replied happily, pulling out a seat for the Henelesse woman, who took it gracefully. He then turned to the Marguardin. "I trust this is sufficient, Yarlan?"
The big man shrugged almost imperceptibly, as he took his own seat across from the other two. "We shall see, Sage Faldrik. I am more interested in your work than in your drink, in truth."
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