Clutches of Evil - IC: Chapter Two

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

Dahlia smiles. "Well, our cook has occasionally made a wine soaked chicken stew that leaves people tipsy. Not necessarily too much wine, but definately too much soaking! Don't worry, though. Tonights stew is beef - and excellent. In any regard, I'll go and get your meals."

“Yes, finding you’ve been talking to thin air is somewhat disquieting... tipsy is preferable, I think, and at times most agreeable,” Keryth grins, winking at Dahlia. “Well, hurry back then, my dear, as now I’m back I’d like to spend as much time as I can in your lovely company.”

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Keryth, Byntrou:

Dahlia smiles and moves off. Not surprisingly, Byntrou and Keryth notice that a few of the patrons watch her backside as she walks past them. She returns with three bowls and smiles. "I know that the last time you all were in here you had decent appetites. So I'm gonna warn you. The cook told me that the stew won't hold out the night. If you want seconds, let me know sooner than later, okay?"

After listening to any obligatory comments or recommendations, Dahlia then heads over to a table where two men have just recently been seated and looks to be taking their order.

[Sblock=OOC]Sorry if I am pushing ahead without waiting for responses. Please feel free to post comments before Dahlia leaves. It's just that we're nearly to the point of bringing the groups together - just so that you know the method of my madness.[/Sblock]

Varius, Eion:

Dahlia stops off to check in on a few other tables as she approaches Varius' and Eion's table with a bowl of stew. When she places the bowls down, she makes eye contact with Varius (since he's the only one who has interacted with her so far) and she says, "You gentlement look like my kind of folk, so remember, if you want another bowl just let me know. It really is quite good. I hope that you enjoy it. If I can refill your ales, say the word."

 

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

Dahlia smiles and moves off. Not surprisingly, Byntrou and Keryth notice that a few of the patrons watch her backside as she walks past them. She returns with two bowls and smiles. "I know that the last time you all were in here you had decent appetites. So I'm gonna warn you. The cook told me that the stew won't hold out the night. If you want seconds, let me know sooner than later, okay?"

After listening to any obligatory comments or recommendations, Dahlia then heads over to a table where two men have just recently been seated and looks to be taking their order.

“Certainly Dahlia, although I don’t know that I’ll need more than one helping, but any chance to call you back over is most welcome,” Keryth smiles.

Watching Dahlia as she heads over the other table, his smile broadens before he turns back to the others. “Well, while I could watch Dahlia all day, I believe we had another purpose in coming here too,” he offers with a chuckle, raising his mug of ale, “To Bahruul and his mighty blade, may he succeed quickly at his appointed task and return to us hearty and whole.”

 

[Rino]

Eion replies to the waitres I would like an ale to go with my stew

to Varius why do you always order water for me?

 

[Fenris]

Eion replies to the waitres I would like an ale to go with my stew

to Varius why do you always order water for me?

"Because last time you only ordered water, I wasn't sure you'd want an ale" replies Varius

 

[jkason]

Byntrou, roguishly sorcerous barbarian

“Well, while I could watch Dahlia all day, I believe we had another purpose in coming here too,” he offers with a chuckle, raising his mug of ale, “To Bahruul and his mighty blade, may he succeed quickly at his appointed task and return to us hearty and whole.”

Byntrou raises his mug, as well. "To Bahruul, may the wind always blow in his favor."

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Keryth, Byntrou:

As the mugs are lifted, Destiny joins in with a bit of a sigh. "To Bahruul. I hope his courage is well rewarded at he finds his prophesy."

After a few moments of silence, Destiny replies, "I've been thinking about returning home myself. I miss the waterfront. Don't get me wrong, going underground and into the mountains was sure exciting - and I'd have never been able to pick better companions. But I miss my home, too. Any of you feel the same?"

As Destiny finishes - admittedly leaving little time for discussion, the party notices a flash of movement toward Dahlia.

[Sblock=OOC]Please see the section for "All" below. [/Sblock]

Varius, Eion:

Dahlia nods her head and says, "No need to argue, gentlemen. While the stew may not last the night, you can rest easy that we have enough ale and water to last the week. I'd be happy to get you an ale, sir."

Dahlia leaves the table and stops off at a few more tables before heading into the kitchen.

[Sblock=OOC]Please see the section for "All" below. [/Sblock]

All:

As Dahlia returns from the kitchen area back into the dining area, she is carrying a serving tray with four more bowls of steaming stew upon the tray in addition to a single mug of ale.

She passes by a table with two burly looking half-orcs on her way to the area that she is serving. As she moves, one of the half-orcs reaches out with a hand and grips Dahlia's leg rather tightly. He seems to enjoy the smoothness of her skin as he speaks. "Hey, woman. Why don't you set the stew down on the table and feed it to me?"

The half-orc has a wild look in his eyes, as if he is mentally unstable or otherwise not completely in control of his actions. Dahlia struggles to get away, but she is unable to break free of the half-orc's grasp. She is able to pivot and set the serving tray down on a nearby table with a bit of a thump. The bowls of stew bounce, but are not upset. The mug of ale tips over and spills, covering the lap of a female elven patron with the alcoholic drink.

Most of the patrons look on in horror or hide their eyes in an attempt to keep from making eye contact with the half-orc. Dahlia reaches down with her left hand to the right side of her waist in an attempt to grap something hidden just above her belt, but the half orc manages to contain her wrist with his much larger hand. "Nothing funny today, sweet thing."

 

[unleashed]

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

“Well, I don’t really have a home to...” Keryth manages to get out, before he spots Dahlia being manhandled (or orchandled in this case). Bahruul's presence would certainly be handy right about now, he thinks in the split second it takes him to assess the situation.

Knowing he doesn’t have Bahruul’s might to fall back on though, he stands quickly, so quickly in fact he gives their table a good knock with his hip as he turns, and is praying to Bahamut before he even reaches his feet, enhancing his strength before moving swiftly towards the Dahlia and the half-orc. “Unhand the woman,” he calls sternly, his hand resting lightly on the haft of the morningstar at his belt, more to stop in bouncing against his leg than as a direct threat... though he’s sure the half-orc will read it as such.

[SBLOCK=OOC]Keryth casts bull’s strength on himself, and moves towards Dhalia as quickly as he’s able.[/SBLOCK]

 

[Fenris]

Varius looks up from his ale as the scene unfolds. He stands and steps toward the half-orcs.

"Hey stupid, you heard the man, let her go!" he says with another step towards the half-orcs, his hand resting lightly upon the hilt of his sword.

 

[jkason]

Byntrou, roguishly sorcerous bous barbarian

“Unhand the woman,” he calls sternly, his hand resting lightly on the haft of the morningstar at his belt, more to stop in bouncing against his leg than as a direct threat... though he’s sure the half-orc will read it as such.

"Guess my distracting lights trick is out of the cards now," he whispers to Destiny as the cleric crosses the room.

As another stranger chooses to join in the stand off, Byn cringes inwardly, looking to his half-eaten meal with regret. Deciding enough folk are drawing attention to themselves, the smaller bous decides to move less decisively, winding through the bar to try to take up a position behing the orcs in case the silver-tongued cleric can't talk his woman free.

[sblock=OOC]I'm not sure if this really requires Hide or Move Silently. Possibly Bluff, instead, since he's trying to look like he's wandering rather than moving with a purpose? In any case, Byn's trying to get in a position to flank with Keryth for if there's a fight.[/sblock]