Dark Tides, Cold Steel

[Gez]

Nil says « esteemed patrons, haven't you heard the barkeep? He don't want any... destructive... behavior in his establishment. Mister Turl, will you bite more than you can chew just because you're goaded around by someone who won't soak up the blows for you? Grow a spine. »

[OOC: Diplomacy check (d20+11) to calm them.

If this doesn't work, and combat erupts nonetheless, Nil draws his blade and curses either Turl (if he's the only fighting hobgoblin) or the hobgoblin leader (otherwise), and attack the cursed hobgoblin. He'll try to deal nonlethal damage, taking the -4 penalty on his attack rolls (for an attack score of +2 or +0/+0), unless he's inflicted 6 or more lethal damage; in which case he considers it a no holds barred fight.]

 

[Bront]

The hobgoblin at the bar glances over at Zandric and then to the hobgoblins at the table. The lead hobgoblin lets out a deep laugh and yells out. "Turl! What are you doing to do now? Back down like the cur you are?"

The hobgoblin at the bar, Turl snarls and says. "My blade is hungry. Come on then I will take the both of you on!" He stares at Zandric and Kharos. "I am not afraid of the like of you!"

The buzz of the crowd increases as bets start to be made.

"But apparently you are, else you wouldn't have to try to sneak your weapon and strike at the good man there." Zandrick quips. "But it's no matter. I have no need to fight you. If you need to fight me to impress your firends, then perhaps you need new friends. Of course, if you're here looking for work, like many here are, I'm sure you've made a fine impression on any potential employers."

Zandrick flips Turl a silver "Sit down and have a drink on me. And put your weapons back it's your sheath where it belongs." Zandrick smiles.

OOC: [sblock]Still ready to throw if need be, but if he puts away his weapon, I'll put my dagger back[/sblock]

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

The nameless warforged was curious about the shifter. Most fleshy ones of his type seemed to be impulsive, and angry words seemed to lead to angry actions. Yet this one was using words as a kind of weapon, how curious. He was certain some subtlties were being lost on him, but it was an interesting display. Distractedly he nearly missed the barkeepers response to his query, and remembered to nod in agreement at the last moment.

 

[Gomez]

The hobgoblin at the bar looks around and then stares at the Shifter who just ignores him. He then turns to the bartender and says. "Ale!" He then takes his drink back to his table and the group of hobgoblins begins to drink, eat, and talk. The rest of the room noticeably relaxes and the buzz of conversation returns to normal.

The barkeep returns to the Warforged and he leans in to say something. "You look like your can handle yourself in a scrap. I might know someone who is look'n to hire a few steady men for a job."

 

[Bront]

Zandrick smiles and subtlely sheaths his dagger. He continues to finish up his meal. He thinks to himself 'I can only hope that exchange sticks in the mind of a potential employer. Hopefully that barmaid will have some good news for me.'

 

[Gez]

« A few, heh? That reminds me of something I said earlier... »

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

The hobgoblin at the bar looks around and then stares at the Shifter who just ignores him. He then turns to the bartender and says. "Ale!" He then takes his drink back to his table and the group of hobgoblins begins to drink, eat, and talk. The rest of the room noticeably relaxes and the buzz of conversation returns to normal.

The barkeep returns to the Warforged and he leans in to say something. "You look like your can handle yourself in a scrap. I might know someone who is look'n to hire a few steady men for a job."

The nameless warforged nods with a bit more animation. "I was made to fight, and I have done it very well. I would indeed be interested. But I am only one. The shifter, he seems calm as well as strong. Maybe he might be another you wish to consider," he says politely, gesturing to the man in question.

 

[Gomez]

The nameless warforged nods with a bit more animation. "I was made to fight, and I have done it very well. I would indeed be interested. But I am only one. The shifter, he seems calm as well as strong. Maybe he might be another you wish to consider," he says politely, gesturing to the man in question.

"Yer right but I already asked him and he turned me down. There is a brown coach with 4 cream colored horses just down the street. Tell the driver that Harraga sent ya. He will take you to meet with someone looking to hire your services." says the barkeep to Nameless.

 

[Gomez]

One of the tavern wenches places an ale at Nil's table. Nil hadn't ordered one and was about to say something when he notices the piece of folded parchment under the mug. Opening it up it reads in common.

If you are looking employment, please walk down the street towards the harbor. You will see a carriage with 4 cream colored horses. Give this note to the driver and he will take to meet with a possible employer.

 

[Gomez]

A pretty barmaid plops herself into Zandrick lap with a laugh. "Looking for some fun?" she says and gives him a playful nibble on the ear. As she does so she whispers in his ear.

"Down the street is a carriage. If your looking for work, I would suggest you get in it."

She then stands up and says with a pout. "Well I guess next time!" and she dances away.

 

[Gomez]

Kira Fierken sat on the cushioned chair and stared at the sliver platter filled with fruit and cheese. The crystal goblet in her hand was half full of a very nice Aundairean red wine. A tall clock ticked away in the corner. She was happy to get the note requesting her presence and offering a possible job. Her money was starting to get tight even more so since she liked to like well. But this waiting was unnerving. Almost an hour now. The crusty looking manservant has said that his employer would be along soon to speak with her. Well at least the food and wine was good.

 

[Bront]

A pretty barmaid plops herself into Zandrick lap with a laugh. "Looking for some fun?" she says and gives him a playful nibble on the ear. As she does so she whispers in his ear.

"Down the street is a carriage. If your looking for work, I would suggest you get in it."

She then stands up and says with a pout. "Well I guess next time!" and she dances away.

Zandrick will slip a gold somewhere on the barmaid in a grope, and whispers back "Thanks gal"

"Sorry gal, no time for the fun stuff. Maybe next time." He gives her a playfull wink and a slap on the behind as she dances away.

After taking the final sips in his mug, he stands up and heads out of the tavern. Looking around, he makes his way to the carriage, opens the door, and steps inside. "I was told someone here was looking to hire." he says.

 

[Gomez]

After taking the final sips in his mug, he stands up and heads out of the tavern. Looking around, he makes his way to the carriage, opens the door, and steps inside. "I was told someone here was looking to hire." he says.

A large covered coach with four cream-colored horses waits in the rain just down the street. A driver in a seal skin coat and a wide brim hat sits holding the reins. He looks down at Zandrick with a long weather beaten face and hooked nose. "Step on inside. There be a jug of hot spiced rum under the front seat. There are a few more passengers comin' before I can take ya to my boss."

 

[Gez]

Nil drinks the ale, leaves a sovereign in the cup, then stirs and move out of the inn. At the door, he turns back, look at the various patrons -- including the hobgoblins -- and, with a smile, wish them all a merry night; before leaving the tavern for good.

The note tucked in his hand, he heads for the mysterious carriage. Once there, he motions a large salute to the driver before handing him the note.

« Hello there, lad. I have something for you that says you have something for me, if I'm not mistaken. »

 

[Gomez]

« Hello there, lad. I have something for you that says you have something for me, if I'm not mistaken. »

The driver lets out a phlegm filled laugh. "Lad is it? Well bucko, I think I have seen a few more winters than ya have. Step on in and wait with the other. I be going when the last one comes."

 

[Bobitron]

Kira sits patiently in the chair, the first one with cushions she has been in for nearly a week. This iis getting to be a bore, she admits inwardly. Maybe I should ask someone. But who would know?

The trip northeast had been draining on the young woman. She had taken the lightning rail as far as it ran, all the way from Breland to Krona Peak, but the rest of the journey had proven uncomfortable and slow. Getting a ship to Port Verge had drained the majority of her purse. Kira reminded herself of her funds by fingering her purse and rubbing together the meager coins within. If this doesn't work out, I'll have to find a job somewhere. Maybe doing some scribing? Ughh. She turned back to her wine and waited with a frown.

 

[Bront]

A large covered coach with four cream-colored horses waits in the rain just down the street. A driver in a seal skin coat and a wide brim hat sits holding the reins. He looks down at Zandrick with a long weather beaten face and hooked nose. "Step on inside. There be a jug of hot spiced rum under the front seat. There are a few more passengers comin' before I can take ya to my boss."

Zandrick nods and steps in side. Shaking off the water a bit, he hit sits back and smiles. 'Ahh, the life of luxury. Enjoy it what you can sailor man.'

 

[Gez]

The driver lets out a phlegm filled laugh. "Lad is it? Well bucko, I think I have seen a few more winters than ya have. Step on in and wait with the other. I be going when the last one comes."

« Your many winters are a possibility, I used to live farther south. »

He hops in.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Yer right but I already asked him and he turned me down. There is a brown coach with 4 cream colored horses just down the street. Tell the driver that Harraga sent ya. He will take you to meet with someone looking to hire your services." says the barkeep to Nameless.

The nameless warforged nods and rises from his seat, going to find the brown coach. When he finds it, he stops near the driver. "I was to say Harraga sent me," he says politely.

 

[Gomez]

The nameless warforged nods and rises from his seat, going to find the brown coach. When he finds it, he stops near the driver. "I was to say Harraga sent me," he says politely.

"Step on in and we will get going." says the driver. Stepping into the carriage, the warforged sees two others; a changeling and a half-elf. He remembers seeing both at the tavern just minutes before. Once inside the carriage the driver cracks his whip and it begins to move down the muddy street.