Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[twilsemail]

A human, just shy of middle aged walks into the tavern. He's dressed in clean, new looking clothes and appears fresh from the baths. His freshly scrubbed pink skin stands out against his black beard. His eyes mirror the smile on his face as he looks about the room. "I'm back. Nobody worry, we managed to save the dwarves. Engineering marvels were involved. Also, an explosion." He leans over to the bouncer and says in a stage whisper,"I blame Sharpe."

The bouncer *ahem*s and the man sighs, "I'm still Felix, y'know."

He spots the clanker in the corner and grins. "Prime!" He walks up to the bar and signals for a pair of drinks.

The bartender gives Felix the hairy eyeball but when coin is produced he hands over the drinks. Felix strides over next to Prime, sets a drink down before him and gestures for him to drink.

He scratches his beard in its one gray spot, looking over the automaton, "What happened to the new armor?"

OOC:

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OOC: Felix is a level 3 Human slayer. Working on updating the wiki now.

 

[Someone]

"What happened to the new armor?"

Prime's head turns around and spots Felix, before completing the full turn. The automaton waves at the human as the tiles turn once again.

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*IT'S ONE OF OPTIMUS' DESIGNS FOR ME*
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*THE ARMOR WE FOUND WASN'T BAD, BUT I PREFER THIS ONE*
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*EVEN IF IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE COMPLETE, IT'S GOOD ENOUGH*
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[MetaVoid]

One drink later, a young boy entersm wearing black robe open on chest, bare hands showing and slittend to allow free movements of the legs.

"Drew." he says shortly to the bouncer. Looking over the patrons he focuses on the table with Felix and Prime.

"A tea." he says to the bartender

Not waiting for his drink he comes to the table.
"There are dragon heads here. How will the dragon react if he gets here?"

OOC: centered breath human monk

 

[twilsemail]

Felix chuckles, "Probably better than Sharpe will. Maybe Fortuna smiles on us and Fix ate him."

He glances into his empty mug and then at the one left untouched by Prime. "If you aren't going to appreciate the drink I bought for you, I'm just going to have to take it back."

He motions for Drew to join them. "How do you think Kalavar and Herquen and the rest are getting on?"

 

[MetaVoid]

"Without duergar and with some time to fortify, they'll call us only if something really strange gets to them. Everyone says dwarves are powerful warriors and good against supernatural threats. They'll be fine."

 

[Luinnar]

It is a normal day at the tavern. Barmaids are maiding, patrons taverning, bartenders terdering, and adventurers not adventuring. Then a white dragon crashes through the room. For some reason it smells like lye soap.

Hello! Sorry I am late everyone! says a half-elf on the back of the dragon. He is adorned with black armor with a skulls and crossbones affixed to the front. I had to see our employer, Lord Whateverhisnamewas or something. he says, dismounting and walking over to Felix, Prime and Drew.

I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that he won't pay us despite saving those mine people. Something about union fees and interest and not wanting to pay the dragon's share. And then he attacked us! Or someone attacked somebody and after a moment of carnage he seemed to have vanished! And then I spent the rest of the morning cleaning the blood off the dragon.

Poor dragon! It never harmed anyone! (at least not that I am aware of). Lost its eyesight and most of its mental facilities with that head injury he received when the rock hit him from the explosion. The soot also covered its lungs! Now it can only breath poison vapor! (not a bad thing of course). Why couldn't the rock hit a fighter! I mean we had two of them!

But don't worry Malifixindalaunt! Sharpe says walking between upturned tables and patting the beast on the head. The Dragon has knocked several tables over in an attempt to lay on the ground. One day I shall find a way to cure you of your head trauma and together with my army and my dungeon we shall conquer these lands!

Now what does it take to get a whole cow in ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Look! he says pointing to the red dragon head. Who killed such a magnificent beast! I mean if it was a metallic dragon I can understand, and I says genocide for those pink dragons, but a red! Why kill such a kind and pyromaniac loving creature!?

Who did it! Come out coward! Sharpe shouts pulling out his sword. The dragon takes no notice of what is going on however and continues to sleep on the floor.

OOC: Sharpe level 3 bard with dragon (Veserab) mount looking for adventure! (still working on sheet).

 

[garnuk]

Half orc at the bar... now drunk

OOC: Things have come up, and I'm more busy than I thought. My entrance to the world of Living worlds will have to wait a few weeks. Sorry.

Garnuk keeps drinking at the bar, and seems to have begun to drink too much. He now appears more concerned with his cup than the reason he came to the tavern in the first place.

 

[DalkonCledwin]

A large wolfish creature enters the tavern, see's the White Dragon and promptly pulls out his Warhammer and says "By the Gods who let that thing in here?"

OOC: Introducing Zerin Kolus, Paladin of Maros, still awaiting Approval of the Judges though.

 

[dimsdale]

"Max," Haruka looks up, "You're still alive." She smiles crookedly, "That's a very specific lesson, Max. Would it be alright to smash said mirror with a rock, or perhaps a stick would be safer."

Max drinks more of his ale, then replies: I used my shield actually. All of us had to fight reflections of ourselves. The warlord pauses for a second. On second thought, I'm glad you didn't come. Max gives the hexblade a look of relief, then smiles. He then scans the tavern (force of habit), noticing all of the new patrons. Wow, word of this place sure spreads fast. This place is getting crowded.

 

[Luinnar]

A large wolfish creature enters the tavern, see's the White Dragon and promptly pulls out his Warhammer and says "By the Gods who let that thing in here?"

The Dragon let itself in obviously. says Sharpe. It just had to make its own entrance.

You've never seen a live dragon in a tavern before? I take it you are new to all this hero stuff.

Wait... you aren't a paladin are you? I can tell from that attitude of yours. Sharpe says with a look of disgust on his face.

"You can't rob and plunder because I, Lord Snobby servant of Somebody who can zap undead with sunrays, commands!" "No you can't kill innocent villagers, only poor defenseless red dragons!" "I have one thing to say to you foul creature, SMITE EVIL!" Sharpe says in a mocking imitation.