Clockwork, Steam & Sorcery

[Sixchan]

Larina sits down, and sighs. "Hob, a cup of tea would be really nice about now..." she looks up to the others. "So. Did we find out anything?"

 

[Krug]

"What we found out? That halflings should be hung and fed to birds. Almost ran us down," says Linda, scowling. She lets Forge get into the details about the map.

 

[loxmyth]

"Here you go, lass," Hob tells Larina as he places a hot mug of tea before her. "Don't drink it too quickly - it's hotter'n the Hellfire." Straightening, he moves to take his post behind the bar, draping a dirty tablecloth over his shoulder.

Forge can feel Gears at the very edge of his consciousness - the bird has been slipping in and out of empathic range for the last hour. Currently, Gears is at the top of a tall building in Ravenscraig, observing Travar go about his shady business.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Forge's brow furrows. It would seem that my cousin is up to no good. Froud, would you acompany me to Ravenscraig to see what he is up to? He looks to the group for a moment. Ah. Forgive me. I have family issues. As to the maps, there are access tunnels all over so there was not much help from them. Do we still want to look into the murders? I am very invested at this point. He goes back to holding his throbing head and waits on Frouds reply.

 

[Jemal]

"We definitely need to investigate further.. The people we talked to ran off while we were speaking with them, and we were... temporarily distracted from following them." James says, ordering a mug of the usual.

 

[loxmyth]

Yara brings out a pitcher of ale and frosted mugs for the group, favouring them with a warm grin. "Ah, so what's the next move, then?" she asks, ignoring the disapproving looks she receives from her employer. Hob tries to get her attention surreptitiously, but the young barmaid avoids his glare. Eventually the old barkeep sighs and gives up.

"You'll all be the death of me yet," he mutters, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his forearm.

The two dart players continue their game, laughing and rough-housing as they engage in a bit of verbal sparring.

Outside, the shadows lengthen and darkness encroaches. Hob moves from lantern to lantern, lighting them in turn with a torch.

 

[Krug]

"We don't seem to have much to go on," Linda says. She strokes Slash's fur.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:New comp up and running

IC:Well yes, I'll go with you, after another pint.
Froud orders 2 ales for he and Forge to quaff.

Last to finish buys ,eh?

OoC: Does a Fort save sound good to see who can chug their ale quickest? I get to see idiots try this almost every night atthe Club where I work, and you would be suprised to see who does well and who can't do it...oddly, the big 'jock-types' often choke on their beers while tiny little girls down them easily.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

[OOC: Uriel you are so bad! Thinking to challange a Dwarf to a drinking contest!]
Forge smiles at his friend and says,
Your funeral pup. you can never out drink me. he whispers to Linda Make sure he doesn't use that Gnomish magic of his.

 

[Sixchan]

Larina winks at Froud, and then proceeds to down all her tea in one go. Then she puts her hands over her mouth. "Mmmf. That is hot. Ow." She reaches over for the ale, pours some--managing to spill more than a few drops in her haste--takes it all into her mouth, gargles it, then spits it back into the glass. "Bleugh. This stuff is rotten. Ow. How on earth you people drink this is beyond me. Ow."