Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[Velmont]

The door open and a Genasi in leather armor, a single longsword at his belt enter. He scans around and looks at the people within the inn. "I'm Jarel-karn, mercenary or bodyguard for hire." He then walks to the table where Bell is sitting. "Hi Bell. Have you thought to become a lawyer anytime in your futur?" He sits down and asks for a mug of ale. "You want something to drink?"

 

[ScorpiusRisk]

"What? No. Who?" Looks up from her books and seems to stare at Jarel-Karn for a moment through her glasses, then smiles wide.

"No Master Jarel-Karn, I don't think it wise, not the drink but the lawyering. Which is to say yes to the drink. I believe it is customary to consume libations while occupying space in the tavern. . . . I think that there must be some merit in mastering the laws of ones residence but the act of being in court seems to be much more a practice of appearances and verbal dancing which has a great air of falsehood around it."

 

[Velmont]

"First, don't call me Master. I'm the master of no one." He then make a sign at the waitress to bring a second mug. "Second, consuming alcohol is not mandatory in a tavern. Even less here, where it is free. Anyway, at your age, I don't know if it is legal... I must say I am not familiar with such law in Daunton. But I think anyone who fight an Aboleth and his goons and survive have the right to take at least a mug of ale.

And for verbal dancing, you are already great and feels you have a great potential. For the falsehood, you might meet much of it, but that doesn't mean you have to do it yourself. You just need to choose your cause. It's just like adventuring, you fight for the good cause, with the advantage of not getting all slimy after killing one of those slim things."

OOC: By the way, Jarel-karn is a Shielding Swordmage lvl 9

 

[ScorpiusRisk]

"Oh I don't drink it." Bell states simply as she returns to her book. "I just put it on the table in front of me, and when someone announces something of great appreciation or sadness I lift it into the air, momentarily, possibly colliding it with the raised mug of others before setting it back down." A pause. "It's a social thing."

"Also", she noted with authority. "It would be legal if a chose to drink. There is no minimum drinking age in Daunton, likely due to the large impoverished class, having poor access to magically cleansed water."

OOC: I should note, and meant to do earlier, that Bell appears to be about sixteen years old. This is about a year older than she appeared in her last adventure (with Jarel-Kanr and others).

 

[dimsdale]

[MENTION=79956]dimsdale[/MENTION] Leopold "Quan" Thatcher is in the tavern, still working on his wiki page

OOC: Aggh! How did I miss Quan!? No shooting arrows at the DM. Rocco is in as well.

 

[Neurotic]

A dwarf enters the tavern. Strange mix of dwarven appearance and shadar-kai cultural traditions of piercings and tattoos. IT is reinforced by his pale skin and jet black hair and beard.

"Hello, everyone. I am Rocco Shadowlost."

OOC: didn't manage to level up yesterday, I'll work toward it. However, the details - increase STR and CON, assassin multiclass to get shadow step ([MENTION=79956]dimsdale[/MENTION], I'm expecting Peresepha's apperance and punishment for invoking her )

 

[dimsdale]

I'm expecting Peresepha's apperance and punishment for invoking her )

ooc: No problem Neurotic. I'll have her treat Rocco with tender loving care, like the way Rocco treats enemy mages

 

[JRYoung]

A large Dragonborn enters the tavern, sees his comrades and approaches. "Well met, I hope you all are rested" Skalisss inquires of Raijin, Rocco, Halleck, Vimak, and Nementah.

 

[dimsdale]

OOC: Looks like everyone is here

The Mark of Trogdor continues...


As the party gathers around at a table in the back the door blows open and a humanoid figure cloaked in shadows appears, seemingly out of nowhere. The figure stands before Rocco in a monotone voice.

Rocco Shadowlost, I am a messenger. You know the price for what you ask. Prepare yourself now dwarf as the lord of shadows, pain and revenge only excepts those who are worthy.

The words echo in the ears of the dwarf as the shadowed figure begins to vanish in front of his eyes. As this happens, six pillars of thick dark smoke appear within the tavern (see map), then solidify into obsidian statues of different humanoid shapes: a dwarf, elf, half-elf, human, hafling and a goliath, each with weapons equiped. All is quiet for the moment.

OOC: This officially starts the second part of the Adventure: The Mark of Trogdor (A level 8-10 adventure) Note: This encounter takes place in the tavern. Rocco is about to be tested. Good luck Rocco

Party Members of the Mark of Trogdor
Feel free to aide you fellow comrade. Your locations and the locations of the obsidian statues
are already posted on the map.


Attention other patrons of the Hanged Man:
If you are lvl 6 or higher and would like to join in on the fun, please click on the map shown below and create a light blue icon with the initial of your character's name in it and then add your character to the key to the right of the map.

Here's the map

 

[Karlowitch]

In walks a tough looking human, seemingly talking to himself. He quickly announces his name is Ryan Bonebreaker and that he is looking for a job, before continuing his conversation.

" Randal, we have been walking all day to find your family and honestly, there is no trace of them. I am beginning to doubt if you even want to see them! "

Suddenly muffled words begin to emerge from the sack on the warriors belt.
" Don't doubt me! My memory is uncanny! Besides, it's your lack of social skills that keep us from finding them "

The human shrugs and says " I admit it. It is entirely my fault " while walking towards the bar." I can't imagine it will be hard to start a conversation with anyone, when your sack screams for brains all the time. " he says sarcasticly before noticing the tension in the bar. " well, I have my needs and you haven't fed me in days! " the sack snapped back.

Ignoring Randal and the apparent situation, he walks up to the barkeep and buys two flagons of ale. Grabbing a stool at the table farthest in the right corner of the tavern, he sits and pulls out a decayed human head from his sack. " I think we are about to experience our first bar fight in town "
As springing to life, the human head starts speaking with huge grin " uhhh, dibs on the 'leftovers' ! And bar maiden fetch me a straw ! "