Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[Pentius]

Keeping his arm loosely around Sharpe, Howler replies, "Well, one I knew, he became a great smug-er, well, he was great for bar fights. He always had a knife in him, somewhere. Bouncer'd try to find 'em all, but he always had another one hidden. So I guess they can be whatever kind of people they wanna be. Must be nice."

 

[twilsemail]

OOC: OH AWESOME. I'd like to get into a game ASAP. I know I seem impatient (what with not having had my character reviewed yet) but this particular character has been burning a hole in my brain since i thought of her. Hope the DM will allow an unofficial player...

OOC: I don't think I've seen a DM yet who's denied someone the chance to adventure due to approvals. Then again, I've only been in L4W for 6ish months. Also, just to note, @modus666 , you're likely to get front-loaded into the adventure as many of us have secondary PCs already out on vacation on a tropical island an adventure.

Felix leans over to Drew and says through his everpresent smile, "Ignore him? Outside of the dungeon I usually want to kick back and watch with a crunchy snack."

Felix's stomach rumbles as if on cue, "I'm going to get another two of those fine pale ales, one for Prime and one for myself. Can I get you anything? Oh, I should see about getting some of those little fried fish we had last time we were here. The ones with the peppers."

OOC: I'm likely going to shelve Felix. I love the guy, but we've twice as many strikers in the inn as other PCs. Also, I've got a character concept I'm working on with R1 and TardiS that should be a blast. I don't think I can bring him in sooner than the 22nd due to Tardis being tied up for now. You'd think he'd have more time, given the name.

 

[MetaVoid]

"I'm still waiting for my tea. See if it's ready."

OOC: I have two characters in games so I can wait, don't worry. Newbies get first choice of everything The rest of us come as replacements for those who disappear.

 

[twilsemail]

"Oolong or green?" When the question is answered he heads off to the Bar.

OOC: On top of that courtesy from the other players and the DMs. There's often a new adventure in the pipes, so waiting doesn't happen as often here. You're unlikely to wait long here in the tavern. Not that the company is unappreciated or unwelcome.

 

[pacdidj]

Between Sharpe's outbursts and the hubbub over Prime's inner workings and dispositions, Mab can tell she's not likely to drum up much interest in cartomancy and palmistry with this crowd. Her hopeful smile turns a bit crestfallen, and she shuffles over the bar to order an iced tea and a bourbon.

"Fortune-telling just isn't what it used to be," she gripes, setting the spirits down on the bar in front of Tristram, who begins to greedily lap the sour mash whiskey from the shot glass. "Must be this economy, what with dragon horde futures declining and piracy derivatives on the rise. Don't know how I'm supposed to raise the money for my neffy's treatments when all the spare dragon gold has to go to fancy new magics to fend off all the bazzlebaums, greebles, and other fell beasties."

Squeezing a lemon wedge into her tea, she takes a seat at the bar next to her comrade in arms. "Hello Max dearie," she says to the warlord. "Oooh, I see you've got old Vlassick's head mounted up there. You know it looks better on the wall than I would have thought. So what did you do with your share of the spoils?"

 

[Voda Vosa]

Sapo Toa watches the events unfold. She slowly shakes her head. Hopping down from the chair, she grabs her things, and walking to the tavern door, she simply states. "I won't find the knowledge I seek here. Everything that was worth learning, has already been." and with that, the monk walks away, never to bee seen again in Daunton.

The door swings, and as it does, anther person steps in. He sports a red blue and white robe, with a high neck and a blue lash to keep it tight on the wrist. The robe has wide sleeves, but otherwise is quite utilitarian. He sports long black hair, and a small goatee. He carries a big tome with him, as many other wizards do; however his book is black, with grey irone edges, and appears centuries older than him. He carries an intricate square staff. He is going to walk right into the tavern, when Bouncer stops him in his tracks. As if furious with an irreverent servant, the mage raises his arm as if to slap the man in the face, but he frowns quickly enough as to lower his hand and state, not without disgust. "Vermitrax" with a trong pronunciation of both 'r'. He walks in now, and glances over the gathered people in there. Unceremoniously, he takes a seat on an empty table, leaves his heavy book on it, hangs his backpack on the chair, and rests his staff on the side of the table.

 

[modus666]

Vanessa blows some of the sawdust off of her little woodcarving project. She has the beginnings of a humanoid shape but nothing more. She examines it closely, then nods, satisfied with the progress. Finally she puts the wood block back in her backpack and spends a few minutes sharpening the blade of her dagger that shes been carving with.

She then leans back in her chair, resting he booted feet and relaxes. Feeling the air calm a bit.

 

[Luinnar]

OOC: I'm likely going to shelve Felix. I love the guy, but we've twice as many strikers in the inn as other PCs. Also, I've got a character concept I'm working on with R1 and TardiS that should be a blast. I don't think I can bring him in sooner than the 22nd due to Tardis being tied up for now. You'd think he'd have more time, given the name.

OOC: Don't forget you get a 3rd PC once you have a total of 6 levels between your characters

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

The door to The Hanged Man swings open once more, and a human with short-cropped red hair and a short, stubbled, red beard walks in the door. He's wearing a light, mail hauberk, with the hood pulled back, resting on his back. A long sword hangs in a scabbard at his waist from a belt that cinches his tunic over a pair of hose lined with studded, leather armor. Tied to the scabbard are a pair of leather bracers that dangle, as yet unused, slapping softly against the scabbard with each step. Emblazoned on the chest of his hauberk is a crest in the shape of a large, billowing sail, depicting a lighthouse, sending its beacon over a rocky shore, with two icons to either side. One appears to be a bloom of cotton, while the other is in the form of a standing sheaf of wheat.

The man looks to be of some importance, and though he is armed, he hardly looks like the kind of person who can survive for vary long in a melee. In fact, though he is still rather young, he looks tired as if he has not had a good rest in a long time. His face is browned from the sun, his body smelling of sweat and the sea.

The man looks around the tavern critically as if wondering whether or not he is in the right place. The look quickly fades, however, into a resigned smile and sigh of confidence when he sees the dragon's head on the wall and the lizard, under the table, munching on a dragon wing.

He walks up the bar, orders a drink, and turns addressing the tavern in a surprisingly commanding voice, "Gentlemen...oh...and ladies, my name is Jahred Birkand, and I've come a long way to this place on the word of a reliable friend looking to bring a few of you back with me," he turns interrupted by the delivery of his drink, "Many thanks," he raises his mug gratefully to the bartender and continues to the crowd, "in an attempt to eliminate a source of violent and organized crime that threatens to ruin my city," he pauses to gauge the response and sip on his ale, not hearing any immediate reaction, he adds, "As City Constable, I am authorized to compensate you handsomely for your efforts."

OOC: Adventure Hook for Levels 7-9 (maybe even 10).

 

[Iron Sky]

Dante waits for a moment, then walks up behind the Constable.

"This one will go," he says simply, returning to his table to watch and listen.

Virgil seems to sense more activity in the future and begins munching with increased fervor.